His absence is so big it's like he's there. — Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
His absence is so big it's like he's there. — Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
His absence is so big it's like he's there. — Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
His absence is so big it's like he's there. — Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
His absence is so big it's like he's there. — Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
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His absence is so big it's like he's there.

— Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
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