Citater
Through the lacy snow on the windshield, she saw her parents through the living room window. Dad pulled her mother into his arms and kissed her. They began to dance haltingly, although there was probably no music in the house. Her dad didn’t need any; he always said he carried love songs in his heart.
Ah’m goin’ t’ be farhty next moonth.
The last thing she wanted was to give someone the power to hurt her.
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