Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you t — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you t — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you t — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you t — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you t — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
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Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you think it is.

— Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
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