“Are we witnessing a mating?”“Mm-hmm.”Brilliant.This is awkward.Could be worse.How so?They could be having sex.”

“You can’t have him, okay,” she said from behind the wire barrier. “Mm-hmm,” I whispered. “This is certainly a beautiful neighborhood.” “Yeah, I guess.” “I will scratch those eyes out of your ugly head.”

“Mm what you say Oh that you only meant well, well of course you did Mm what you say Mm that it's all for the best, of course it is Mm what you say That it's just what we need, you decided this Mm what you say What did she say?”

“Lenah?""Yeah?" I replied."Will you go to winter prom with me?""Of course," I whispered, sure I would fall asleep in moments. "Justin?""Mm-Hmm?" he said, moments from sleep himself."What's a prom?”

“A hard choice. Water or books. Hmm. One could always have wine instead.”

“Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.”