“I like her. The pixie is going to be my friend. I know it like I know I’m not going to see… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I asked her, dreamily, if we had met, and when she told me that we had not, I gave her a little… — David Sedaris Copy Share Image
“She rubs her arm where I grabbed her. “What do you do to the people you don’t like?” I flash my teeth… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Do you really want to get into my head? I think. It’s not a friendly place. You’ll regret it.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
