I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.
Pittacus LoreShe asks if I left a girlfriend behind when we moved. I say no, and she smiles, which just about ruins me.
Pittacus LoreI fell in love with painting. Painting allows me to see things as I want to and not necessarily as they are, it's an escape, a way to preserve thoughts and memories, a way to create hopes and dreams. - Marina
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