“DON'T TOUCH MY HAIR!' she yelled.”

“This letter really touched my heart. Sabrina says when she lost all her hair during chemo, she wore the cap I gave her.”

“He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.”

“Don't touch my dick, don't touch my knife.”

“I'd blurted out the question only to keep him from noticing that I was working my hands free, but the Warden behind me, some young brown-haired surfer dude, yelled a warning. "She's getting loose!"Narc.”

“I don't yell back at my mother. When I'm angry or scared or upset, I don't yell. I stay quiet. I've seen how she is, how she would get with Kent and with me and with other people, life if someone at the pharmacy got in the wrong line or asked too long a question, or if someone on the bus accidentally bumped her. I've watched her my whole life, the way people react to her. It doesn't actually help you get what you want, yelling and being like that. It only makes people think bad of you.”