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She shook her head, tears welling up fast. “’Cause you ain’t never stop looking for her. Never.”
Jordihar citeretsidste år
Cause you ain’t never stop looking for her. Never.”
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
A lot of them are the same kinda books. Books that deal with like . . . child abuse stuff.”
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
“Dang, Ma would never let me. She’d kill me for even asking!”
Monday’s face tensed, her pupils shrinking the way Ma’s did after coming home from the eye doctor.
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
Ms. Moser opened Monday’s file again, flipping through papers. Why is it so thick?
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
Worry painted across her face, she twitched nervously. “Um, is there anything else you want me to take a look at?”
“Like what?”
“Any other . . . injuries you may have . . . that you want me to examine? Any bruises?”
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
just ’cause someone got a roof, don’t make it a home
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
“But . . . where’s August? You just gonna leave him?”
She froze as if I’d said something terrifying and stuttered through an answer.
“He’s . . . sick. Mom . . . kept him home.”
zoeyhar citeretsidste år
Monday clutched her desk as if she thought it would be ripped from under her. Her braids were fuzzier than I’d ever seen them, the ends unraveling and dry