I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved one, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.
Sarah DessenHe doesnโt love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didnโt know any better. When I trusted everyone. Iโm not that person any more. Heโs just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but heโs just a boy. There were a lot of them.
Sarah DessenAs 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.
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