Mọi người trở nên ngu ngốc khi họ đang yêu; Mọi người muốn những gì họ không thể có; Và những năm trong độ tuổi từ mười hai đến mười tám luôn luôn, luôn luôn hút.
The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dandelions of which she’d spoken. The ones that had grown along the Franklin riverbank in late summer. The ones he had lost any faith in since he’d committed his first murder there.
V.S. Carnes