“No I just feel a little dizzy. You know, like when you try to read the newspaper in the car and all the lines start waving around and go blurry?""That doesn't happen to me""Oh.”
“For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was there. Not that I ever managed to talk to him for more than ten minutes, and not that I ever had the nerve to ask him out. But still, I loved him. Deeply.”
“Right. Of course. Well, then that makes sense, I guess." Open mouth, insert sand-covered foot.”
“Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.”
“Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?”
“I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him."Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!”