Emma Clayton

Helen’s books were her friends, “the kind you invite for dinner in the middle of winter,” she’d told him, ” and spend all night talking and never go to bed.

Helen’s books were her friends, “the kind you invite for dinner in the middle of winter,” she’d told him, ” and spend all night talking and never go to bed.

– Emma Clayton –

The Roar

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