A beautifully bittersweet novel, If You Come Softly by Jacqueline WoodsonPage 96:
"Was it lying that I didn't tell him Jeremiah was black? Why should that matter? Why did any of it matter? Outside, the sun was setting over Central Park. I pressed my hand to my lips-wondering what it would feel like to kiss Jeremiah. Wondering if I'd always be wondering."
I 95% sure I went over the sentence limit. Oh well, happens.
Tashi <3
1 comment:
who cares about going over limits? lol.
o and I replied to your comment on my blog. I'm too lazy to re-post it here. basically you can't vote for me anymore cuz I didn't make finals. Thanks for trying though!
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