The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back. — Fredrik Backman, Beartown
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The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back.

— Fredrik Backman, Beartown
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