I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.
That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.
I’m just very, very fond of you.
I don’t know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.
If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
I have an Augustus Waters fetish,” I explained.
Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.
The prank is entitled “Subverting the Patriarchal Paradigm”.
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