“We didn't need to talk. We just laid there watching falling stars go streaking white through all that darkness.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“He smelled good. Sweat and motorcycle and wintergreen. No stinking weed smoke. No perfume. No sadness. He smelled like love.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“He needed me to speak, because his heart hurt, too. I didn’t want to be mean, but sometimes, it was dangerous to open my… — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
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“All the happiness crumpled up in my chest like a wad of tin foil.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“We didn't need to talk. We just laid there watching falling stars go streaking white through all that darkness.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
“He smelled good. Sweat and motorcycle and wintergreen. No stinking weed smoke.” — Bryn Greenwood Copy Share Image
