“God, you're broken," she said. "God, you're sick." His gaze fell to his plaid blanket. "You tore apart your puppet, didn't you?" said Alice. "And then you tried to fix it." His eyes searched hers. "You don't take good care… — Lisa Dierbeck Copy Share Image
“She would let a speeding automobile hit her to show them all how unloved she was.” — Lisa Dierbeck Copy Share Image
“I pronounce you cured," he said. "My condition, however, is more critical. Alas. It's worsened considerably." "What condition?" said Alice, testing her foot out,… — Lisa Dierbeck Copy Share Image
“God, you're broken," she said. "God, you're sick." His gaze fell to his plaid blanket. "You tore apart your puppet, didn't you?" said Alice.… — Lisa Dierbeck Copy Share Image
