No. I Kind Of Accepted

You’re Disgusting When You Eat,” Chuck Said, Sitting On The Bench Next To Him. “it’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.

Such A Display Of Death - How Could It Be Considered A Victory?

What Was The Point Of Even Having A Conversation When Words Couldn't Be Trusted?

I Felt Her Absence. It Was Like Waking Up One Day With No Teeth In Your Mouth. You Wouldn't Need To Run To The Mirror To Know They Were Gone

Anybody Else Wanna Pee Their Pants And Cry For Mommy?