alvarodmarquez
if you don't grasp it, it will hover over you," she said "lingering as a doubt, a question left unanswered. Get up, get out, do it... grasp it, seize it."
"okay," he thought to himself. "Now she's talking metaphorically, she always goes there."
"I know exactly what you're talking about"
"Liar," she thought to herself, smiling as though to cover up her contempt. He was a hoverer, and she knew it.