I'm not letting you give me a dinosaur and run away!" Dinosaurs fucking meant something.

So what are you guys doing?" Deacon sat beside them. He pulled his physics book from under Mark's bed."Having guy talk," Mark said.Brandon snorted."No, really. I read an article in Time about how guys share their feelings and whatever now. As long as we mention the name of a sports team once in this conversation, we're totally manly. Also, erogenous zones are science.

Ah," Mark said. "I see. Awkward silence.""You don't say 'awkward silence'," Alex said. "You just let it happen.""I said 'awkward silence' to fill the awkward silence. It's meta.""I don't think it is.

Nick’s job is super dull. He mostly takes care of answering the phone and doing filing, and stapling things. Sometimes the things don’t even need stapling, but Nick does it anyway. He makes shiny little railroad tracks along the tops of documents. His record is thirty-eight staples on one thing. Then he picked thirty-seven of them out again because he remembered he was supposed to be professional.Adulting is hard.The struggle is real.

Brin tilted his head. 'For a moment I thought you were a dirty little tramp like the rest of us, but then you go and ruin it. For future reference, stories about anonymous hookups in alleys should not end up with you going to the library alone.' 'I had a paper due.' Brin burst out laughing and hugged him. 'You're too adorable for words.'