"Her picture is brilliant: Her mouth seems right on the edge of laughing, and this is exactly how she looked at Tiny’s house, unlike all her Facebook pictures.
'This is a great picture of you. This is what you look like,' I tell her. And it's true. That's the problem: so many things are true. It's true that I want to smother her with compliments and true that I want to keep my distance. True that i want her to like me and true that I don't. The stupid, endless truth speaking out of both sides of it's big, stupid mouth. It's what keeps me, stupidly, talking. 'Like, you can't know what you look like, right? Whenever you see yourself in the mirror, you know you're looking at you, so you can't help but pose a little. So you never really know. But this
that’s what you look like.’”