I nod and head over to the area where they sell them, looking around. I find a pink crib and a green stroller and think she'll be okay with these. Getting a cart, I load the two and head back to where she is.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
