Bubbly is bogus.
It's not the way Zane looks, David, she said, her voice trembling with anger. It's because he makes me bubbly, and because we took a lot of risks together. It could just as easily be me lying there, a...
Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.