It would be really fucking helpful if instead of weight, lasagna noodles were sold by square footage
“Surely supernovas explode that instant, somewhere, in some galaxy. The hut vanishes, and with it the sea and the sands—only Karun’s body, locked with mine, remains. We streak like superheroes past suns and solar systems, we dive through shoals of quarks and atomic nuclei. In celebration of our breakthrough fourth star, statisticians the world over rejoice.”
The winner of the Bad Sex in Fiction Award.
Handwritten inscription inside “Other People’s Love Letters You Were Never Meant To See”… at a secondhand bookstore