Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.
Sarah DessenAnd that was as far as he got before i heard it. The thumping of footsteps, running up the lawn toward me: It seemed like I could hear it through the grass, like leaning your ear to a railroad track and feeling the train coming, miles away. As the noise got closer I could hear ragged breaths, and then a voice. It was my mother.
Sarah DessenYour actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.
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