“The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word.”
“Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck?”
“I never go back on my word! That's my nindo, my ninja way!”
“When words can't make it better, hold my hand and don't let go.”
“Where did all the words go?" I asked."They just wasted away," my mom explained, " like a leg you never walk on.”
“A gentle, warm, sweet pain spreads through my chest at those words.”