Esa palabra manda una corriente directo a través de mi. Muerte, tan final, tan desagradable, tan corta.

“Look, I'm not going to have sex with him just so he'll say that he loves me, yo…”

“That's the thing about faith. It works.”

“A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mout…”

“He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.”