Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist.
“Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said.
“I love it when you talk medical to me,” he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.

Auteur: John Green

Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist.<br />“Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said.<br />“I love it when you talk medical to me,” he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs. - John Green

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