The only thing I can tell you is when it's there, you know it. And when it ain't, no amount of wishful thinking will make it so.
Ginny BairdThe stout little man studied her kindly through horn-rimmed glasses. “I know this is hard. You and your aunt must have been close.” Snow slapped the windowpanes behind him, painting icy streaks down the glass.
Ginny BairdActually, I barely knew her.” She sniffed, and Jack draped his arm around her. He gave her shoulder
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