My facial expression must have looked like a swarm of bees as I drank the hot brown liquid. Whatever it was, it was not the sting of coffee I swigged with swagger. Bitter is better than what I tasted.

“There is nothing more romantic than candles and flowers, except candles that sm…”

“I’m putty in her hands. Out of her hands, I’m more like clay.
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“I’m so OCD that I sort the sort ofs out from the maybes.”

“OK isn’t just all right—it’s also the abbreviation for the state above Texas.”