The Fault in Our Stars

“What happened to her mom?”

He smiled. “You’re still looking for your sequel, you little rat.”

running circles around the entryway like lung capacity was a renewable resource.

“It’s my last shred of dignity. It’s very small.”

Gus, swallowing a bite: “You know, the primary taste I’m getting is not-Oranjee.”

Me: “Good observation, Gus. This food, while delicious, does not taste like Oranjee.”

“Ma’am,” Augustus said, nodding toward her, “your daughter’s car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.”

Hazel amused me with some Venn diagram humor.” He glanced at me. God, he was sexy.

“You’re so hot,” I said, my hand still on his leg.

“I’m starting to think you have an amputee fetish,” he answered, still kissing me. I laughed.

“I have an Augustus Waters fetish,” I explained.

“There are—Lidewij, there are two adolescent apparitions outside the door.”

I opened the door. He looked down at the shirt and smiled. “Funny,” he said.

“Don’t call my boobs funny,” I answered.

which felt uncomfortable and vaguely Augustinian.