As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.
Sarah DessenIt's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are.
Sarah DessenI'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.
Sarah DessenSometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.
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