“Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions.”

“I'm so excited about school. I'm such a shameless student. I laid my clothes out lastnight, just like I did before my first day of first grade, with mypatent leather shoes and my new lunch box. I hope the teacher will likeme :)”

“Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn."I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper."Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.”

“Even though I'm sleeping again, everything still feels a little rickety, like I'm here but not quite here, like I'm just a stand-in for my real self, like someone could just reach over and pinch me and I'd deflate. I thought I was feeling better, but I don't know anymore.”

“I'm anything but fine. I feel like the sun has set and not risen for five days, Ana. I'm in perpetual night here".”

“Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.”