The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
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The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.

— Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
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