I open my eyes and look at her, picking her up in case we have to run to the bathroom, "Just relax. I've got you. Do you want to go in the bathroom just in case?"
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
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)