Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me. — Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light
Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me. — Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light
Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me. — Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light
Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me. — Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light
Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me. — Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light
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Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me.

— Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light
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