daughter is staring at me with a clinical expression on her face. she kinda half-circles around me, giving me this really intense assessment.
WUT, i ask her.
"hm."
WUT, i insist again.
"well, you're not ugly, but you're not good-looking either. it's really weird."
after i shipped her off to military school forever, i sat in the car with my L, lights off, and shivered in the dark.