“Got caught smoking cush and making out with Franklin Johnson in the memorial garden.” Ugh. This girl has no class. “Did law enforcement press charges?” Lettie asked, concern seeping into her voice. Leave it to Lettie to actually care.

There, like one possessed, Outraving and outbraving all the rest, One Lycabas, from Tuscan city sent To purge a deed of blood by banishment, As I withstood him, struck a breakneck blow, And would have dashed me to the waves below […]

He arranged a few toothy test tubes about them and placed the insideless bottle off to one side.

See where, on earth, the flowery glories lie, With her they flourish'd, and with her they die.