I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now. — Lauren Oliver, Requiem
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I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

— Lauren Oliver, Requiem
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