a small piece of me wrapped up in so much of hazel . i cleared my throat in an effort to avoid the giant elephant in the room . at her shriek of indignation , he smacked her bare ass and carried her through the deserted dungeon , down the hall , and back into his private bedroom . she was sweet and innocent and her laugh was contagious . they would not have enough energy to run or to fight . she sat next to me pointing with her thumb . but anything painted recently is called contemporary art . '' 