I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot.
From the time I was a baby, my mom took me to the library at least once a week. Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books.
I am listening and I am listening because what I’m playing isn’t something I’m thinking about, it’s something I’m feeling all over.
Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.
You know what, Boomer?…You restore my faith in humanity. And lately I’ve been thinking that a guy can do far, far worse than surrounding himself with people who restore his faith in humanity.
All I ever think about is food or sex.
I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang.
and everything about me goes from crying out to just plain crying
Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet.
I want to roar
This is about as far as I can go without some sarcasm creeping in. But before it does, I must say, with utmost sincerity, that your cookies are good enough to bring some of these wax statues back to life. Thanks for that. I once made corn muffins for a fourth-grade project on Williamsburg and they came out like baseballs. So I’m not sure how to reciprocate… but, believe me, I shall.