It's just us, right?'Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging o — Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky
It's just us, right?'Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging o — Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky
It's just us, right?'Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging o — Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky
It's just us, right?'Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging o — Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky
It's just us, right?'Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging o — Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky
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It's just us, right?'Hannah walks to her. She touches her cheek and finds her eyes. There is a desperate light hanging on her pupils. A flicker of passion, a flicker of shame.'It's just us.

— Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky
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