She was so exhausted. She slept. She was unaware of Tyler stifling his own grief.

Yep, it sticks to your ribs, doesn’t it?” “It’s stuck to the cup, Tyler.

Don’t be late or I may end up marrying the judge.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....

We're all doing it. We're all exhausted.

…she was so exhausted and tired, so overwhelmed, that she needed a Red Bull, to calm down and fall asleep.