Which is this magical listening station, whereupon all musical worth is decided?
Sarah DessenTiming clicking together, finally, pieces falling into place.
Sarah DessenMots clés contentment self-peace
In midair, dangling lost above the world.
Sarah DessenJust remember: the heart! Start there, and you can't go wrong.
Sarah DessenMots clés inspirational
In that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.
Sarah DessenMots clés hope
And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.
Sarah DessenIt felt so weird, to be on the other side, where you were the one expected to offer condolences, not receive them. I wanted my "sorry" to sound genuine, because it was. That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted to say.
Sarah DessenOkay," I said, "what's your biggest fear?"
As always, he took a second to think about the answer.
"Clowns," he said.
"Clowns."
"Yup."
I just looked at him.
"What?" he said, glancing over at me.
"That is not a real answer," I told him.
"Says who?"
"Says me. I meant a real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence."
He thought for a second. "Clowns.
Please God, I'm begging you
Sarah DessenMots clés delia
Monica's about sick, she's almost inconsolable
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