I think that's just them making me look silly.
She's got the academics to go with it, so I'm proud of her, in and out of the water.
One-way first-name calling always means inequality - witness servants, children, and dogs
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?