I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

“Sometimes saviors look different than you thought they would.”

“That image of Joan of Arc burning up in a fire burned inside me like a new reli…”

“That's about when it happens. Coming down the escalator from one Nord floor to …”

“You must let it glide on surfaces so you don't make a mess of things”