I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
He is the quintessential Mama’s Boy— always has to be near me.
I realized today as he laid smugly on the bed next to me that he feels like he’s run the Tall Man out and won the Battle of Bed. I’ll let him keep that impression; he’s quite pleased with himself.
Quello che un cavone.