“What's with the strange clothes?" I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed strangely." Thank goodness, she slows a bit. "And what planet is that again?" "Er. Canada.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“It was almost as if my screwing everything up was beyond my control, destined, written in the stars.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“When I feel comfortable enough that he is not going to trip me, I manage to look down, and see that his feet are… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“What's with the strange clothes?" I smile through my labored breath, pleased to be making progress. "Where I'm from, you'd be the one dressed… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“Twenty minutes later, I walk out of Melinda's hotel with a plate of finger sandwiches, a bag of prostitute clothes, and a weird wedge… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“I'm not just one flavor. You're not either. So it all comes down to which 'you' you want to show the world.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t get out of my head how strange it was that the smallest decisions in our lives can leave the biggest scars.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“Hans and Christian just stare at me, faces grim. All I can think of is how awesome it would be if my name were… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“My experience with tragedy is that people will offer condolences and support but never be around when you want to collect.” — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“I stare at Hans. Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator. His hands are like cinder blocks. He should not be afraid of a… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
“Mother refuses to sell to a buyer who’ll “ruin it,” which also seems to include making it a normal bed-and-breakfast or house. Though it… — Cyn Balog Copy Share Image
