He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder — Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife
He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder — Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife
He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder — Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife
He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder — Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife
He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder — Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife
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He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.

— Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife
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