"Everyone's some kind of awful," Sam repeated. She played with the words in her mouth, mulling them over before deciding that, yes, she liked them. It was hashtag levels of accurate. And she nodded. "That would make a pretty fucking fantastic tattoo. Or a bumper sticker."

Or needle point. For the irony.

She shrugged. "Well, thanks, at any rate. I mean, for what it's worth, my particular brand of awful relates to both my personality and my diet. But I'm harmless. So there's that."