“What happened to romance?”

“What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.”

“What happened December 12?” Polyester asks.I look at the wall, my attention suddenly riveted by a palmetto bug, feelers writhing. I could kill it if I wanted.He hit me.”The bug slides to the floor.”

“Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.”

“Then what is there for you? What is there for you if he does not love you?" Nothing.”

“Who or what is an Ipod?”

“That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.”