I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray. — Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray. — Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray. — Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray. — Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray. — Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
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I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

— Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
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