Emma Donoghue Quote
Daughter, he said in a voice like old wood breaking, can you ever forgive me?I could only answer his question with one of my own. Putting my hand over his mouth, I whispered, Which of us would not sell all we had to stay alive?
Emma Donoghue
Daughter, he said in a voice like old wood breaking, can you ever forgive me?I could only answer his question with one of my own. Putting my hand over his mouth, I whispered, Which of us would not sell all we had to stay alive?
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fairytale retelling