But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up — Lauren Oliver, Requiem

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

— Lauren Oliver, Requiem

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