"What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
~ John Green (author) ~












Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
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