But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue. ...No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I especially hate cold ears. Feel them.” “Feel your ears?” “Yes.” “Why?” When it was obvious he wasn’t going to do it himself, I took him by the wrists and directed his hands onto my ears. We were now facing… — Kasie West Copy Share Image
