“God, you tick me off.” “Well, at least I got you—” “Don’t even finish that statement!” I snatched up my socks and tights. Rolling them on, I hobbled on one foot. “Ugh, I hate you sometimes.” He sat up in… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
