"But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?"
"But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back."
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Source: Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.84, Hachette UK
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