Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.
Sarah DessenThe mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.
Sarah DessenIt's hard to do," I said. Wes looked at me. "What is?" I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. "Get it right.
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