« My sister Cass left home on the morning of my sixteenth birthday, leaving my gift, wrapped in a nice blue paper, in front of my room and a note intended for my parents under the coffee machine. »
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Sarah Dessen
At the end of the dream |
Sarah Dessen
At the end of the dream
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« Love is not measured by the time we spent together, but at the importance of the moments we shared. »
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Sarah Dessen
Once and for all |
Sarah Dessen
Once and for all
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« - OK. You're nice, then. - And it's forbidden to be nice? - No, but in general, it means not telling the truth. »
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her |
Sarah Dessen
Listen to her
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