““Justin… I know that we do not care for clichés, but this is a rather large can of worms that you are attempting to pry open using a rusty can opener.” “Like one of those old creaky ones you’d find in a summer rental home? With the super skinny handles that hurt?” Celeste laughed. “Yes. Like that.” “I like worms. You can let the worms out. But only if you want. I won’t make you talk about anything you don’t want to.””
