Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her — Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
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Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her mouth wide and showed Azhar the wildflowers sitting on her tongue.

— Mercedes M. Yardley, Beautiful Sorrows
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