There was nothing about youth that was fair: the young hadn't done anything to deserve it, and the old hadn't done anyth — Emma Straub
There was nothing about youth that was fair: the young hadn't done anything to deserve it, and the old hadn't done anyth — Emma Straub
There was nothing about youth that was fair: the young hadn't done anything to deserve it, and the old hadn't done anyth — Emma Straub
There was nothing about youth that was fair: the young hadn't done anything to deserve it, and the old hadn't done anyth — Emma Straub
There was nothing about youth that was fair: the young hadn't done anything to deserve it, and the old hadn't done anyth — Emma Straub
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There was nothing about youth that was fair: the young hadn't done anything to deserve it, and the old hadn't done anything to drive it away.

— Emma Straub
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