“I hit something...alright.”
“You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something..." His voice trailed off into a wisper as I drifted off.”
“Something different was happening to William alright, as if Winkleberry wasn’t different enough.”
“It was alright to be afraid of something, as long as you didn't let the fear control you.”
“I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.”
“That’s alright, I bite.”