“O Hathor,” Cleo began, “why bless me with an abundance of gorgeousness and then deprive me of people to envy it? Especially on a Saturday night?”

“And for a split second Cleo saw the value in living openly. Liberation was Windex for the soul. It let the light shine through. But why dwell? Nothing was ever going to change.”

“I’m not acting!” shouted Cleo. She was in desperate need of more gloss.”

“Do you work at the grocery store? Then why are you checking me out?”

“Do I look like a Jonas Brother? Then why is everyone waiting for me to lose it?”

“Is my name dorothy?NoThen why do u think munchkins could help me?”

“Am I a vampire?" Massie asked. "Huh?" Alicia asked. "Then why are you keeping me in the dark?”