Leon slammed the spade’s blade into the dirt cellar floor. “Hack my Facebook account will she? Bitch! No wonder Dad ran off with the babysitter-slash-cheerleader when I was ten.”
"Sorry, Mom, your language skills are insufficient for me to warrant keeping you as a friend. Good-bye. See you for supper on Sunday?" .
Episcopalian spelunking masticate transmogrify
So, don't be afraid to take your own picture but please, stop holding the damned camera over your head and snapping your forehead.
She found her way to Facebook, All confused innocence and cautious half-smiles. Her friends suggested it, recommended it, put forth the idea.
Next thing I know I’m on a blind date with a deaf girl sitting in a movie theatre, in the dark, where she can’t hear my words and can’t see my signs, so we hold hands in silence and we both wonder how we wandered this far from the Sylvan Plath.