Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
— Becca Fitzpatrick
Crescendo
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Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
— Becca Fitzpatrick
Crescendo
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved