How She Still Thought Of Max Every Day And It Was Like Someone Had Emptied Her Lungs Of Air, And She Would Catch At Her Heart, Afraid She Was Dying.
-Cassandra Clare
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How She Still Thought Of Max Every
Cassandra Clare
How She Still Thought Of Max Every Day And It Was Like Someone Had Emptied Her Lungs Of Air, And She Would Catch At Her Heart, Afraid She Was Dying.