And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.
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Jay Asher
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I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

By Jay Asher

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

By Jay Asher

If my love were an ocean,

By Jay Asher