it 's not like that for me , but it 's also not like a church type of thing for me either , so i think i know what you mean . she balled up the sketch and tossed it into a wastebasket . well have bows to protect ourselves with though . i turned the glass with my fingers , running my thumb across its smooth surface . she twisted it free before he could catch it . `` i wonder which are yours and which are mine ? ' can my poor brain cope with much more . 