"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?"
"I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot."
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Source: Lauren Oliver (2016). “Delirium Stories: Hana, Annabel, Raven and Alex”, p.119, Hachette UK
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