People are like puzzles. Especially interconnected people, like Siamese twins.

“There’s a new wine I want to try. I heard about it through the grapevine.”

“I covered up my mistakes—with dirt, like you’d do with any other dead bodies.”

“Some people say—not to my face, mind you—that I’m a cowardly son of a bitch. An…”

“Fight or flight? If I had wings, there’d be no choice. But since I don’t have w…”