These days it seemed like the words between them were there only to outline the silences.

“never trust a man who wears a pinkie ring. . . the only jewelry a guy should we…”

“Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to …”

“i'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive”

“Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely diffe…”