I'm not a fan of chrome wheels. I sort of like brushed, brushed steel, more European style.
V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?" "Never. " V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.
He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?
Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.
But doctors talk about cells as if they had such unlimited importance all by themselves. As if they didn't really belong to the person that has them. " Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand. "I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because—obviously—I've used it.