I nod and hesitate before pulling back, walking to Nic and asking if he could get us something to drink, as it was nearly sunset already. Groaning, he quickly left--probably to avoid any further awkward conversation--and even forgot to lock the door behind him.
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
You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. — Aldous Huxley, Brave New World