"Hi," I said. "Hazel Grace," he said. "Hi," I said again. "Are you crying, Hazel Grace?" "Kind of?" "Why?" he asked. "'Cause I'm just--I want to go to Amsterdam, and I want him to tell me what happens after the book is over, and I just don't want my particular life, and also the sky is depressing me, and there is this old swing set out here that my dad made for me when I was a kid." "I must see this old swing set of tears immediately," he said. "I'll be over in twenty minutes."
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Monday, February 3, 2014
The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 121
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