It was like a lucky pebble kept in my pocket that got so shined up from rubbing against the denim that no one could tell it had ever been an ordinary stone.
Jacquelyn MitchardAlready there was black rain inside me.
Jacquelyn MitchardStichwörter: sadness-feeling-ache
They talk about everything that happened right in front of me like I’m not there. They don’t see me. When you don’t see someone, she disappears. That’s why I’m vanishing.
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