Quote by Caprice Crane

“That red spot!” she says with alarm. “That’s a freckle!” “It wasn’t there before...” she says as she inspects her entire arm. “It’s cute.” “It’s not cute.” “Then it’s mine,” I say. “If you don’t like it, it’s mine. I’ll call it Brady.” “My freckle?” “Yes.” “You’re naming my freckle after yourself?” she says. “And you think I have issues?” “It’s like a star. People buy stars in the constellation and name them after people al the time. As gifts.” “So then are you buying my freckle? Because I don’t know if you can afford my freckle. My freckles don’t come cheap, you know.” “I’ve already claimed it,” I declare. “It’s not up for discussion anymore. Just eat your ice cream. And don’t spill any on Brady.”

Quote by Caprice Crane