"Santa will spit on them. :P"
I looked at them and said, "You are right. Is my sentence structure sound or convoluted.
I thought I had found him, except I fell asleep in his apartment and woke up in that godforsaken cage- "Recognise this?" It looked to me like the sort of glove a Doctor would have when examining.
And that one teardrop, if anyone saw it, would mean another punishment. It was horrible, rough in places, and between my teeth it dug into the soft flesh of my cheeks. ''Yes, he was difficult, but the man I fell in love with--'' Mom tried talking, but her sister didn't seem as though she would allow anyone else to get a word in, ''-The man you fell in love with died fucking years ago, the only difference now is that you can actually have a funeral.
I'd recommend lde old favorite, arsenic.