There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia. — Ally Condie, Matched
There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia. — Ally Condie, Matched
There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia. — Ally Condie, Matched
There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia. — Ally Condie, Matched
There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia. — Ally Condie, Matched
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There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia.

— Ally Condie, Matched
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