Yep, it sticks to your ribs, doesn’t it?” “It’s stuck to the cup, Tyler.

She was so exhausted. She slept. She was unaware of Tyler stifling his own grief.

Don’t be late or I may end up marrying the judge.

It's a great time just to get away for a little while and give my shoulder and my ribs time to heal.

That?s what this particular era seems to be more about.

I think it's nice because it kind of changes the image.