tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, by gabrielle zevin
Wednesday, January 4th, 2023
“There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—”it’s a haunted house.”
“There are no ghosts, but up here”—she gestured toward her head—”it’s a haunted house.”
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