But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.
Sarah Dessen"What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."
Sarah DessenShe said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.
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