Numb
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Last published Fri, May 23, 2014
Charlotte Thompson didn’t care, about anything really. Maybe how to pinch enough money for her next pack of cigarettes, or how to prolong her Netflix subscription for another month, and definitely her younger brother. But aside from that, she was numb. Harry was determined to reach Charlotte, to show her that numb wasn’t the way to live and maybe show her what it is to love along the way.
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