The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall — John Green, Looking for Alaska
The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall — John Green, Looking for Alaska
The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall — John Green, Looking for Alaska
The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall — John Green, Looking for Alaska
The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall — John Green, Looking for Alaska
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The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

— John Green, Looking for Alaska
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