“Sam’s body is trying to rebuild luck and energy at the same time. He’s going to eat like a teenager.” “I already eat like a teenager,” said Sam. “I’m a growing monkey.” “Don’t grow too much more, or you’ll be morally obligated to climb the Empire State Building,” said Megan, looking him up and down. He waved it off with a sweep of his hand. “Nah. I don’t like blondes.” The look he shot in my direction made it very clear that brunettes were another matter.
