I lean against my sister's shoulder. I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice.Sure it does, Izzy tells me. But only if you're too dumb to move.
I told Seven the Bartender that true love is felonious.Not if they're over eighteen, he said, shutting the till of the cash register.By then the bar itself had become an appendage, a second torso hold...
I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.
Let me guess, Seven said last night. The first was a rebound. The second was married.How'd you know?He laughed. Because you're a cliché.