I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
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I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

— Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
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