Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.
Sarah DessenWhat," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?
Sarah DessenBut there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge
Sarah DessenSuddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.
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