Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones. — Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones. — Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones. — Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones. — Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones. — Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
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Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones.

— Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
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