Well, dude,” said Khalil, “sometimes you just have to get over shit.
Screw pretty. I'd rather be strong. Pretty fades over time. Strength gets you through the bad shit.
Somehow she had climbed halfway up his body before he managed to grasp her waist. He plucked her off and set her on her feet. She started to climb up his body again. “Are you having fun?” he asked suspiciously. “We’re on the fucking moon!” ...
