I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walk — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
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I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game
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