Subject says it all. I posted this here because it's 398 words too long for badfic_quotes
. I know, I'm such a rebel. This is a spork of excerpts taken throughout the whole book all for you viewing
pleasure! My spork is in bold, and I've separated scenes with hyphens to avoid confusion as it kind of jumps around.I put on my spork robe and hat and here we go!
You can tell that I don't get out much. And it's not because I'm not pretty. Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.
I am. I'm blond and blue-eyed and twenty-five, and my legs are long and my bosom is substantial, and I have a waspy waistline and I know how to make a good run-on sentence
. I look good in the warmweather waitress outfit Sam picked out for us: black shorts, white T, and black Nikes.
But I have a disability. That's how I try to think of it. Oh, is that what they're calling it these days? Can I call you Suekie? (Bee tee dubs, she can read minds.)
The bar patrons just say I'm crazy. For good reason too, I bet.
Either way, the result is that I almost never have a date. The result of being crazy or the disability? Regardless, it apparently hasn't taught you the value of modesty either.( When I woke up, I was still in the woods, still lying on the ground.Collapse )