Chapter 67

When the creator of all things in the universe imparted the feeling of embarrassment among humans, I was probably the last one in line. I could have been busy comparing my shiny hair with some other girl's to notice that there was a line in the first place. "Oh look. My hair changes colors with the seasons. Yours doesn't," I would have said. Or I could have been searching for Casper, wherever the place of conception was, just so I could torment him before we were born. My point with all these...