Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don't want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

Why is everything always my decision? I asked.Because you will not tolerate anything else.Oh, I remembered now. Great, I whispered.- Anita to Jean-Claude