girl

... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress.

That's No Ordinary Girl

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Momma was with the pony last night. Lily and me have him in the mornings, and we give him a wash with the shammy cloths and a soapy bucket so he's ready for Jade to look after him the next night. I think Momma must ride him too rough because he's always sweating and white-eyed when we get him, pulling tight at his rope and spreading his wide beige lips. He won't settle forever and ever, he just turns circles around the stake. Me and Lily get nervy watching him paw scoops out of the backyard soil.

I don__ have a crush on her! Yet!___ay no more, Dylan-whatever your middle name is-Blair!___avid.___hatever. By the power and duty of big brother, I command you to not have a crush on my sister, until I know you better enough!___hat__ actually quite fair._ __ut I don__ have a crush on her!

I__ not comfortable in this stadium,_ I explained, trying to look calm.__ know. And you hate Fang looking at those girls. But we__e still havingfun, and Fang still loves you, and you__l still save the world. Okay?

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want,pooled in the shape of a girl.

Like spilled water, once a girl's reputation is ruined, it will never come back

But if a girl don't have her intuition, she don't got anything.

People say I'm not much of a girl either," Tiger Lily said.She thought of Tik Tok, who was fond of saying that people were all bits of each thing, boy and girl.

I'm the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.

Tears don__ make you a girl, but they sure make you human.

He didn__ mind Drake so much. Drake was a creep.It was the girl who made Orc want to cry.She was a monster. Like Orc. Begging for death. Begging for someone to let her go to her Jesus.Kill me, kill me, kill me, she begged every day and every night.Orc took a deep swig.Tears seeped from his human eyes and fell into the rocky crevices of his face.

I pictured a girl who made every moment, everything she touched, and everyone around her feel lighter and sweeter.

My secret wish is right now to be romancing this dead girl. A dead girl. Any dead girl. I'm not what you'd call choosy.

Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She__ working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her legs are clad in black fishnets that run into a pair of white-heeled boots__till a knockout.

What a face this girl possessed!__ould I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born.

Development is better than Girl-friend