I look at her, "Sit on what? Me, or the chair? I'd be afraid of the chair too, though I don't think I did anything too strange. I'm not kinky, I don't think."
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
I look at her, flashing a smile, "Wait... I kind of want to know. Please. Either you tell me or Nic finds out on his own and that just will never be lived down...."
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
