“I wish I could climb the corporate ladder like I could climb a tree, but I can’t, because I’m afraid of heights. And bark.”
“I wish we could go back in time and climb trees together again. I love you, Vera. I always will.”
“Our words were a shaky ladder; all I could do was climb, uncertain if I was about to surmount a glorious peak or fall and smash myself on the rocks below.”
“In bed, I could climb in, if you ever rest. Then I could mount you like Everest.”
“Got your text,” he said when I climbed out. “How much did it hurt?”“Not at all,” I said. “Apparently, I can’t get a tattoo because I’m a witch.”“I could have told them-” He stopped. “Oh, you said witch.”“Ha-ha.”
“Why climb the corporate ladder when you can build an elevator in your own building?”