This was the tricky bit. The really tricky bit, trickiness cubed.

“She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes...narrowed them horizontally, not v…”

“Love is a word. A sound. Its association with a particular feeling is arbitrary…”

“Of course, they hadn’t really been happier at all. But they ‘d been days, and t…”

“I think you're a dangerous, corrupt, lying piece of nine-day-old mosquito shit.”