On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens.
-Henry Ward Beecher
Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she told a lie to her friend's brother so that her friend's brother drove her to the bus station.
She brought with her a bottle of orange soda, fifty dollars (half in change), sparkly slippers, and her cell phone.
He thought he was helping.
So did she.
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Holly Black's Novels