“ Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother. ”
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
~ Julie Anne Peters
Wiping the rivulet of sweat running down my ear with the bottom of my muscle shirt, I snuck a sniff under my pit. Whoa. Kill a moose
When you discover the joy of reading, your mind opens to a world of wondrous discoveries and infinite possibilities.
Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.
