I sigh again and drift into thought. Why does Nic always dream of unicorns? There has to be a deeper meaning to that. I mean, the most perverted of people... and unicorns. It just doesn't make sense.
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
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights