One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. — Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories
One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. — Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories
One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. — Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories
One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. — Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories
One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. — Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories
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One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table.

— Holly Thompson, Tomo: Friendship through Fiction: An Anthology of Japan Teen Stories
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