It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
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It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people's too - yours, Leo's, Dad's. We have to expand at the moment we feel the most shrunk.

— Rosamund Lupton, Sister
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