Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t — Veronica Roth
Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t — Veronica Roth
Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t — Veronica Roth
Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t — Veronica Roth
Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t — Veronica Roth
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Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

— Veronica Roth
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