He reaches over and touches my necklace. "You still have it. That gives me faith." "Faith in what?"" God, I suppose. No, I don't know. Survival.
— Christina Baker Kline
Orphan Train
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He reaches over and touches my necklace. "You still have it. That gives me faith." "Faith in what?"" God, I suppose. No, I don't know. Survival.
— Christina Baker Kline
Orphan Train
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved