The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to w — John Green, Paper Towns
The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to w — John Green, Paper Towns
The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to w — John Green, Paper Towns
The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to w — John Green, Paper Towns
The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to w — John Green, Paper Towns
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The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.

— John Green, Paper Towns
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