What part of Canada are you from, honey?””THE LEFT PART,” said Jay.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with … G.””Sausages.
Jay lurched in one direction, jerked back, lurched in another, tripped for no reason. He finally made it through a gauntlet of invisible obstacles and crouched behind a water fountain shaped like a hippopotamous throwing up.
This is where you all live?” Asked John as they ascended the stairs. “It’s small.””This is just our Thanksgiving house,” Scott muttered. “We have a house for every day of the year.
They can’t expect anyone to actually pay for a shirt that says, ‘I (picture of an elephant) the San Diego Zoo.’ What does that even mean?
Sneaky would be a lime-green Volkswagen. Nobody would suspect the assassins in the lime-green Volkswagen.
Then it suddenly and theatrically began to clean itself in the way cats do when they want you to know what a big deal you aren’t.
Stealing is good, honest work,” Said the theif, puffing out his chest. “Well, not honest, strictly speaking,” he admitted after a moment. “Or actually good.
Sorry I’m late,” Ms. Egami said to the class. She dropped her papers, which scattered in that special way papers do when one is running late.
He spun out enough toilet paper to vandalize a house and carefully cleaned the seat.
…a row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone’s least-favourite aunt.
Project: Potential was a separate class that the gifted students went to for an hour each day. The name was supposed to make it exciting, like Code Name: Cursive or Mission: State Capitals.
Scottish Play Doe was born at 4:13 a.m. on September 6th. The ink was barely dry on his father’s new tattoo.
Polly Esther Doe was born at 8:03 a.m. on August 14.
There you go. Perfect. And can you still throw up at will like you could in sixth grade? That would be good.
In lieu of Tasers, you’ll have to hit me. Hard as you can. Then maybe some kind of fight-or-flight response will kick in and I’ll turn into a bat to get away from you.””Fight or flight.””Yes.””Only half of that is flight.
The United States was a big country where everybody wore funny t-shirts and ate too much.
Sometimes you really want to say “Duh,” but you can’t. It’s a part of growing up, I guess.
Woah,’ I said, blocking the doorway. ‘You can’t come in here. This is the girls’ r