Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone. — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone. — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone. — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone. — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone. — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
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Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone.

— Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
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