If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter en — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter en — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter en — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter en — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter en — Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
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If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

— Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
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