“Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away. I folded my arms in front of me. “I’m what? I’m nothing but an ex-fat child who’s completely… — Beth Mikell Copy Share Image
“He had, for a few days, forgotten that wherever he traveled, he must take his own familiar self along, and that that self would loom up between him and new skies, however rosy. It was a good self. He liked… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
