During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water. — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water. — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water. — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water. — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water. — Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
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During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.

— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
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