“Amy doesn't love you." George says it gently--like she's sympathetically sticking a piece of glass straight through my left eye.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“George says it gently—like she’s sympathetically sticking a piece of glass straight through my left eye.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
