Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Don't know. Don't care. I'm hopping on a bus and going until I can't go any farther. Until I find a place that feels like home.'He's quiet for a long time. 'How will you know what home feels like?'It hangs in the air between us, as frozen as our breaths. I don't have an answer. ”
Holly Black
From : My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories
