Amalia P. Sari

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“Jesus, pigpiss.” Davy spits again. “It’s not like any of the rest of us got girlfriends. They’re all in ruddy jail or setting off bombs every week or walking around in groups so big you can’t even talk to ’em.” “She ain’t my girlfriend,” I say.
The Ask and the Answer (Chaos Walking, #2)
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