“I was...a journalist...though my typical beat was freelancing articles on Canadian politics, which never included any mention of demonic phenomena, though it might explain the rise of the neoconservatives.”
“I hated cranberry sauce, but for some reason my mom persisted in her lifelong belief that it was my very favorite food, even though every single Thanksgiving I politely declined to include it on my plate.”
“Though I was careful never to mention it, I began to see a new dimension in everything that happened.”
“I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.”
“Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us.Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on”
“I was sixteen, not three. I was old enough to make my own decisions. Try explaining that to my mom, though.”