Showing posts with label I heard it rains in Prague all the time.... Show all posts
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Snippet #4
“Ugh,
rain. It’s doing this just to spite me.”
“The
fact that it’s Prague in November doesn’t mean anything?” Sophie laughed, the
rain sitting crystal drops in her hair. “J.D. Salinger said that only poets
take the weather personally. I’d like to edit that statement: Only poets and girls
with raging PMS take the weather personally.”
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