“What's with the strange clothes?" I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely." Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?" "Er. Canada.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“It was almost as if my screwing everything up was beyond my control, destined, written in the stars.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“When I feel comfortable enough that he is not going to trip me, I manage to look down, and see that his feet are gliding gracefully on the floor in his bloack loafers. He's even doing this very hot rhythmitic figure eight with his hips. Maybe it's the music that's growing on me, or it's that I'm giddy from not… — Cyn Balog Copy Share
“What's with the strange clothes?" I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“Twenty minutes later, I walk out of Melinda's hotel with a plate of finger sandwiches, a bag of prostitute clothes, and a weird wedge… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“I'm not just one flavor. You're not either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t get out of my head how strange it was that the smallest decisions in our lives can leave the biggest scars.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“Hans and Christian just stare at me, faces grim. All I can think of is how awesome it would be if my name were… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“My experience with tragedy is that people will offer condolences and support but never be around when you want to collect.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks. He should not be afraid of a… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“Mother refuses to sell to a buyer who’ll “ruin it,” which also seems to include making it a normal bed-and-breakfast or house. Though it… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
