Thursday, March 27, 2014

Favorite Passage

But they looked decided. I learned that look from Jason. There was a point I could corrupt his thinking without half-trying. I could set my jaw, or thrust out my hip. Then there was a point I couldn't beat a decision out of his head with a baseball bat. Freaking men. Brains like steel traps, rusted closed. I shut my eyes in frustration.


-R. Mac Wheeler

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