GAYLE FORMAN

“But . . .” I grasp for the words like a drowning man reaching for floating debris,“ . . . you said you hated me?”
Mia lets out a long, deep sigh. “I know. I needed someone to hate, and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell to you.”

= WHERE SHE WENT =

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