Added November 18, 2015

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

Book
Uglies
Scott Westerfeld
Published 2005 Book
Older When you first disappeared, your mother warned me that finding out exactly what had happened to you would be worse than never knowing. We argued about this constantly because arguing was the only thing that held us together at the time.
Newer I survived the desperate toll dark depression takes. I may not break even, but babe I'll never break.

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