She works on a cover letter, but isn't sure how to talk about herself without exclamation points.
Gertie had a bunch of Koosh Balls— big ones the size of navel oranges, little ones like ping-pong balls, even one with a goofy plastic face and arms and legs poking out from its rubbery spines—tucked into the roots of the tree.
Who needs an MFA when you've got Twitter?
Can you just let it ring a little longer?
You got all sad. Now I feel sad too.