27 décembre 2011
“Sometimes life doesn't allow us to be free to fly wherever we'd like.”
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"Vi?" Jag's soft voice called from the other room. I'd been soaking so long, the water in the tub was cold. I stepped out, careful not to get the book wet, and wrapped a towel around myself. "In here," I whispered. He had switched the lamp on and was...