“One time, Niall sat on the floor for hours trying to find a way of putting his M&M's in alphabetical order.”
“Rushing toward her are all the letters of the alphabet. Each one moves in its own way, X cartwheeling over and over, C hopping forward, M and N marching stiff-legged and resolute.”
“His voice deepened. "Sign them. We´re in the bedroom and i´m giving you an order.”
“A clue! From M!""Who's M?""Maybe M is for Mackintosh! Maybe Grabes ans Mackintosh are in cahoots!""Or maybe M is for Mom. Also, who says 'cahoots'?”
“[M]y Coke hit the floor with a metallic clink, so much like the sound of a bullet casing being dropped.”
“Fridays! They are the worst. Days stuffed with itsy-bitsy multicoloured tasks that fill every second of the day, but like M&M´s fail to nourish in any way.”