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I’m sorry about the song. Though you should know that lots of people told me it was surprisingly sexy!
Well, technically they said ‘unexpectedly sexual,’ but the tone was ambiguous.
“In the last two days, I have been through more than any silly little slut should ever have to go through!”
“Then I broke out into cold sweats and threw up in someone’s flowerpots.” “In the middle of the street with paper cuts on your nipples.” “Tragically, yes.
He leaned over the railing for a minute, trying not to think about spooky haunted meat, and when that didn’t entirely work, he valiantly attempted to develop a sexual fetish about it. It had worked that time a ghost in the Turtle Shallows had tried to chat him up.
“Six foot four, blond, shoulders like you’ve never seen.” “Hm,” said Avra. “Suspicious. Why do you have … that?”
People that pretty were never not up to nefarious schemes.
don’t believe that,” said Avra immediately. “Tev. Don’t believe him. Don’t show him the papers.” “So I have these papers to show you,” said Teveri,
Some may ask if it is better to be loved or feared, and I say: Neither. It is better to be pitied. Then people don’t expect anything of you.”
inasmuch as Avra had a type beyond “just so incredibly mean to him all the time.”
Had the absolute gall to be typically falling-all-over-himself ready to please, which he knows I like—incredibly annoying.
keep hearing about this cake competition,” Julian murmured.
Me too buddy
“My schoolmasters always said that sometimes the cheapest thing to do is to pay up front! That’s a very important part of my culture, Teveri, please respect it.”
“You’re so good at manipulating me,” Avra said happily.
am a poet, Julian, of course I am crying!” Avra wailed. “A poet’s whole job is to celebrate sluts and cry about beautiful things coming to tragic, untimely ends!”
Maybe the real benefit is just the beautiful friendship we get to share, wherein sometimes I look at his crotch and burst into tears.
For everything else, people just knew someone (or knew someone who knew someone) who was growing eggplant or tomatoes and showed up at their house to ask if they had any to spare, and people who were growing zucchini snuck around in the dead of night and left unsolicited bags of them on people’s doorsteps.
