”‘Hello, darling,’ she said, her voice a little weary.
‘How did you know it was me?’ I asked, trying to remember not to frown. I didn’t need to worry about wrinkles as well as everything else.”
From Never Too Late by Deborah Carr.
”‘Hello, darling,’ she said, her voice a little weary.
‘How did you know it was me?’ I asked, trying to remember not to frown. I didn’t need to worry about wrinkles as well as everything else.”
From Never Too Late by Deborah Carr.
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