No problem, Goth Boy. First one's free.

“Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." An…”

“White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of…”

“He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorc…”

“His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow; I guess nobody …”