You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Jasper.” “Hmm,” he mumbled. “Jasper, wake up.” His mother shook his shoulder. “You need to get up, baby. Get dressed.” “What?” Jasper Leary opened his eyes. It was still dark outside his window. “What’s wrong?” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
