Nếu một linh hồn có thể chìm trong nước mắt của chính nó, thì cô ấy đã chết.
Hey,” he said. “Hi.” Oh, damn. It was awkward.“What’re you doing?”“Shearing a sheep. It’s cold outside, and I need a new hat.”He paused. “You’re joking, right?”“Yes, Marshall.” I gnawed on my fingers some more and sunk back in my chair.
Chanelle Gray, My Heart Be Damned