The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter. — Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter. — Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter. — Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter. — Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter. — Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
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The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
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