Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't underยญstand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.
Sarah DessenYou want me to give her a key?" the guy asked. "I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?
Sarah DessenThere was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story real is knowing someone will hear it. And understand.
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