You killed what was left of the good in me. I'm tired so let me be broken. Look down at the mess… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“willingly.” “I don’t believe that.” Joe shrugs noncommittally. He leans forward and rests his elbows on the table. “If he killed her,… — Laura Reese Copy Share Image
Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die. — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
