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Planes going into buildings. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. People covered in gray dust. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. Buildings falling. Planes going into buildings.
Planes going into buildings. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. People covered in gray dust. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. Buildings falling. Planes going into buildings.
Two stubborn teenagers meet unexpectedly. Both grief stricken and guarded, Maddie soon becomes Michael's lighthouse. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except...
in which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that." or in other words, a collection of conversations between two lifelong...
It's been 14 years since I last spoke a single word. 14 years of silence. The doctors told me I would never speak again. But even if I could speak Harry Styles would have rendered me speechless.