[Tatie was dead. There was nothing Paul could possibly do for me except let me go - back to Paris and Pamplona and San Sebastian, back to Chicago when I was Hadley Richardson, a girl stepping off a train about to meet the man who would change her life.] That girl, that impossibly lucky girl, needed nothing.

Paula McLain, The Paris Wife (thank you, pinkcloudpaper)
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Posted by pinkcloudpaper
∞  February 22, 2012
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