“Ah, yes, pink camo,” I murmur, gesturing my chin at her tank top and hoodie. “Because you never know when you’ll have… — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
“If wishes were horses, what the heck would I need wishes for?” — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
“Good grief. They're like the freaking poster family for the NRA.” — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
“...Death is often as cruel in his asceticism as he is in his greed.” — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
“Ah, yes, pink camo,” I murmur, gesturing my chin at her tank top and hoodie. “Because you never know when you’ll have to hide… — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
“If wishes were horses, what the heck would I need wishes for?” — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
“Good grief. They're like the freaking poster family for the NRA.” — Elisabeth Wheatley Copy Share Image
