I punch him in the arm playfully and slip my credit card in my back pocket. I feel something in my stomach and stop midstep, setting my hand atop it. "Oh god."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)