As expected: she, the daughter of the Fall, recipient of its heaviest radiation, loved atomically.

“Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember unti…”

“Clavo saca clavo.Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.”

“She had reason to doubt him; he was real good at planning but real bad at doing.”

“His adolescent nerdliness vaporizing any iota of a chance he had for young love…”