There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

“¿Qué? -preguntó de mala gana.-Ojalá dejaras de intentar desesperadamente atraer…”

“I didn't say he was dating you," he said, "but funny that you knew just what I …”

“You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could…”

“I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone …”