“Seriously, are your eyes okay?” She glared. “Did you not notice the way she was looking at you? The way she was laughing? Fucking stars, she was twirling her hair. I don’t think she could have been any more obvious without lifting her shirt and asking if you liked her boobies and maybe wanted to take a squeeze.” “Gracie, you are out of your mind. That mothman has broken you. The buzzing of his wings is probably a decibel that’s dangerous for humans. I hope the sex is good, because it’s scrambled your frontal cortex.”
