You know, you're not very friendly!" he calls after me. "Are all the neighbors around here like that?

You know, you're not very friendly!” he calls after me. “Are all the neighbors around here like that?

Are you...talking to a loaf of bread?

What’s there to figure out?” He shrugs. “We’re dating.

Crooked glasses and that dang-awful knit sweater,” I drawl, shaking my head, “mid-sneeze while chomping on a soggy burrito. I’m sure everyone wants to see that.

And just because something is broken, doesn’t mean it’s any less special.