It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's g — Veronica Roth, Allegiant
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's g — Veronica Roth, Allegiant
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's g — Veronica Roth, Allegiant
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's g — Veronica Roth, Allegiant
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's g — Veronica Roth, Allegiant
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It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

— Veronica Roth, Allegiant
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