When I got onto the bus at the end of our school day cut short, I started toward the back seats. Barry and Katie were staring straight ahead. Scott had buried his head in his lap, smothered by the hood of his white sweatshirt. I said to them, "I think the first snow just began to fall!" No voices answered mine. I slid into my seat and looked out
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I love this narration. Makes me feel as if I were with you. Or more importantly: the dead can hear our thoughts...so I'm sure that Louisa appreciates this.
♥ to you, dear Twinny.
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that made me cry.
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