010314 #jonquil Can I sleep over? Gwen tried to parse the simple phrase. The sweetness of it, the comical innocence of it, coming from the dark-lined lips of this girl whose moody superiority she had come to see as a landmark of some sort�it was disorienting. And it made swirly sensations in her gut. Well, yeah, but� 081013 #dog *In a coffeehouse, sitting in a booth, waiting for tonight's movie to start.*