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1 " I cried for the person I used to be. Because he was gone. My innocence, my youth, was ripped away from me, and I felt old. I was twenty-one, yet I felt I’d lived a hundred years. "
― N.R. Walker , Yanni's Story (Spencer Cohen, #4)
2 " The loss of my family was like a dripping faucet. Constant background noise that never went away. Sometimes it was drowned out by other noises, but it was always there just drip, drip, dripping in the back of my mind. I "
