People are going to fight for you. And over you.
The poison that makes you smile.
Where does it come from? And why do you have one?
You’ll get away with it, regardless of those meddling kids.
I’ll get to it next week.
The first question you should ask.
You can’t go someplace new without abandoning where you are.
Because something doesn’t add up.
There’s no reason to keep fighting it.
I did something unforgivable.