“She said, “What’s the downstairs look like?” “Dust,” Adam replied. He used his foot to discreetly move a pair of dirty jeans, boxers still tucked inside them, out of Blue’s direct line of sight. “And concrete. And more dust. And… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Your mama called, she said, that you're downstairs crying. Feeling like such a mess. — Amos Lee Copy Share Image
