Saturday, May 09, 2009

I don't think the neighbors
appreciate you picking their flowers.
But it's okay, I don't mind.
They make lava-ly marks for books.
"'What are you?" he said. "Ticklish or something?"
The world "ticklish" made me flinch. I let out a nervous laugh."'
-page 88

how relevant!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

what are you, bread?
yes.

michelle said...

FLOWERS!! :) and ticklishness. tehe