Alack, when once our grace we have forgot,Nothing goes right; we would and we would not.
—William Shakespeare
What the hell happened to your leg?” Ang asked him. Matt looked down at his shin, which was scraped and oozing and seemed to be caked in mud. “Crashed.””Crashed what?” Ang asked. “My mountain bike....
—Marie Sexton
Jared was completely gone now, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that tears were running down his face. Matt turned on him and snapped, “It’s not funny,” which only made Jared laugh harder.”Any of...
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