I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as th — Robin McKinley, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as th — Robin McKinley, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as th — Robin McKinley, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as th — Robin McKinley, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as th — Robin McKinley, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
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I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

— Robin McKinley, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
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