“My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand.I waited.But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, just ran a wanting finger over the cover of one of the new hardcovers and walked out of the store without ever realising I was there, right within reach.”

Maggie Stiefvater

Maggie Stiefvater - “My chest ached, my body speaking a...” 1

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