I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us an — Kate Chisman, Creep
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us an — Kate Chisman, Creep
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us an — Kate Chisman, Creep
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us an — Kate Chisman, Creep
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us an — Kate Chisman, Creep
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I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

— Kate Chisman, Creep
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