Nightmare, I thought. I eyed the back door. The prospect of engaging in therapeutic maieutics with a group of strangers was stressful
Within a few years, the founder, a chelonian ex–hedge funder, would become the wealthiest person in the world and undergo a montage-worthy makeover
what??? lol
His voice dredges up memories of his raspy morning mumbles, his stentorian laughter
why do i never remember this word
We are different, you and I, and the qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe.
She was sharp enough to erect a critical scrim between the reader and her often ridiculous, often unscrupulous protagonists, but warm enough to make the youthful fantasy relatable
