There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
Virginia C. AndrewsDreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?
Virginia C. AndrewsWe lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.
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