If a billowy white cloud exploded, that’d be close to what my love looks like. The only difference is my love has more precipitation.

“My couch is coffee-colored. I can thank Starbucks and clumsiness for that.”

“I sent him a silent message with my body language, but he must be deaf—or, rath…”

“A brick could be used to sell war to the peacemongers. The trick is to sell war…”

“I need to protect myself from myself. And my clone.”