“ Late into the night I write and the pages of my notebook swell from all the words I’ve pressed onto them. It almost feels like the more I bruise the page the quicker something inside me heals. ”
- Elizabeth Acevedo- Copy
“ But who knew the words, when said by the right person, by a boy who raises your temperature, move heat like nothing else? Shoot a shock of warmth from your curls to your toes? ”
- Elizabeth Acevedo- Copy
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