Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!

— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
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