I sigh, smoothing her hair back, "You were my first. In every way. Nic though... Well, I definitely didn't expect him to meet someone like Jackie before he was 25. He slept around like it was going out of style. Ick."
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
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah