This honor crap isn’t for the weak.

“We are the Island of Misfit Toys, all broken or smashed in some way.”

“That’s war, kid. You can hate the guy next to you, but he’s always got your bac…”

“His laugh sands the rough edge inside me, and I smile.”

“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver,…”