Choice or no, my heart is his. — Beth Revis, A Million Suns
Choice or no, my heart is his. — Beth Revis, A Million Suns
Choice or no, my heart is his. — Beth Revis, A Million Suns
Choice or no, my heart is his. — Beth Revis, A Million Suns
Choice or no, my heart is his. — Beth Revis, A Million Suns
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Choice or no, my heart is his.

— Beth Revis, A Million Suns
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