There’s three sides to every story.” “What do you mean?” “There’s your version, the other person’s, and then there’s the truth, which is somewhere in the middle of the two.

What kind of person, other than a dickhead, goes by the name Dick Head? My f*cking father, that's who.

My dad's name is Dick Head?" - Violet

My dad's name is Dick Head? - Violet

Run, beige ladies! You're free! Run while you can!

I waited my entire adult life for you to come along and make sense of my world. I'm prepared to wait as long as I need to for you to accept that

Everyone has scars, Tenley.If we're lucky, they're only on the outside".

It lays on his abdomen, angled slightly to the left. It's almost cute-kind of like Snuffleupagus. Well, not really. It's huge, but not hairy, and also not nearly as daunting as when it's hard. It is magical, though. I stifle a giggle because, goddamn it, I've never seen a snuffie up close. The head is tucked up inside the soft skin, an eye peering out from the turtleneck.

Buck ambles out of the locker room with a towel draped across his bare shoulders and his hockey pants on, thank the Lord. The amount of fur he sports makes him resemble a matted yeti.

GET READY TO HAVE YOUR ASS KICKED, YETI!