"How did you get so grown up that you understand things that confuse your ancient mother?" Mom asked. "It seems like just yesterday that I was telling seven-year-old Hazel why the sky was blue. You thought I was a genius back then." "Why is the sky blue?" I asked. "Cuz," she answered.
Monday, February 3, 2014
The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 178
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