God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, ea — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, ea — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, ea — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, ea — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, ea — V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke,each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written herscript, too.And a sorry one it was.

— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

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