Norah siterer The tenth circle av Jodi Picoult (side 103)
17:31, 11. desember 2014 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
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