He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me? — Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me? — Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me? — Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me? — Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me? — Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
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He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
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