“The car was packed by six fifteen, whereupon Mom insisted that we eat beakfast with Dad, although I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for… — John Green Copy Share Image
Please do not leave me, he thought. He could not bear a world without Alli. He realized how much he relied on her from morning until night. She was his only conversation. His only smile. She prepared their meager food… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
