From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate — Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

— Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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