Sometimes at night, I wake up and stare at the heart for hours. I think of how I collected each piece from the beach, how I glued it all together into one big sculpture. I wonder if Connor realizes what it means, that he'll always have a piece of me no matter what happens. Each piece of glass is another piece of myself that I gave to him.
It's too bad I didn't keep any pieces for myself.
At the beginning of senior year, Ann was a smiling, straight-A student and track star with friends and a futu...
Вывод: если твой молодой человек/муж поднимает на тебя руку, бросай все к чертям и беги от него подальше, а не будь, как Энн, которая вытирает сопли, в надежде, что, однажды, все изменится. Козлы остаются козлами. Берегите себя.