“I think I'd rather be heading to detention right now than to talk to him. My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.”
“My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.”
“Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and...and I could go on... -Laney”
“To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.”
“I got a huge knot in my stomach because if Antarctica could talk, it would be saying only one thing: you don't belong here.”
“Shit, boy. Look at me. Do they have me right now? Are you tying me up and hitting me and... whatever? Did you trap me?""I..." I shake my head."And do I look free?”