I smile and follow him to a vending machine as he buys a bag of chips. I nod my head to the new song and chuckle with him, shrugging, "Aren't guys always hungry?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening