“Thank you, Shay. (Syn)For what? (Shahara)For looking into the eyes of nothing and seeing a man you could love. (Syn)”
“What now? (Shahara)I’m thinking. (Syn)Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)You’re not helping. (Syn)You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”
“So just look mean and don’t make eye contact with anyone. (Syn)Gee, hon, you take me to the most wonderful places. (Shahara)”
“The dead won’t hurt you, Shahara. Only the living can do that. (Syn)”
“Shut up. Asshole. (Shahara)I live for your endearments. (Syn)”
“Hey, don’t apologize. We all have shit to deal with. I have the same reaction sometimes, too. (Syn)I find that hard to believe. (Shahara)It’s true. You ever want to see me really wig out? Hand me a candy bar. (Syn)”