Metias is gone again. He is always gone. — Marie Lu, Prodigy
Metias is gone again. He is always gone. — Marie Lu, Prodigy
Metias is gone again. He is always gone. — Marie Lu, Prodigy
Metias is gone again. He is always gone. — Marie Lu, Prodigy
Metias is gone again. He is always gone. — Marie Lu, Prodigy
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Metias is gone again. He is always gone.

— Marie Lu, Prodigy
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