I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn — Ellen Hopkins, Burned
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I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn his back, close his heart, slink away. Instead, he promised sanctuary.

— Ellen Hopkins, Burned
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