I was the only one who ever went in there, and when I did the air always smelled stale and strange, pent up like the sorrow my mother carried in her shoulders, her heart, and her face.
– Sarah Dessen, Dreamland, Chapter 3
I was the only one who ever went in there, and when I did the air always smelled stale and strange, pent up like the sorrow my mother carried in her shoulders, her heart, and her face.
– Sarah Dessen, Dreamland, Chapter 3
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