He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms. He's holding a twenty-dollar bill. He's muscular. And he's holding a twenty--wait, I already said that.

I hate studying and I hate partying. But I'm okay with motocross. And muscles.Motocross and Muscles. Now that should be a Lifetime movie.

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

Forever?"Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie."Longer.

His gut was stitched up good and tight, but that didn__ prevent it from flopping. He wiped his damp palms on the legs of his jeans and stood up shakily, leaning heavily on his cane.He called himself a masochist for putting himself through this torture day after day.He braced himself for the disappointment of having to go home alone.He braced himself for happiness like he__ never known in his entire life.He watched the door they would come through.

As academia became my identity, my fascination with firefighters became buried and, seemingly, died.