"The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts."
"The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire. "Don't say I never took you anywhere nice," Peter says. "Wouldn't dream of it," I say."
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Source: Insurgent by Veronica Roth, Ch. 36, (pp. 389-390), May 1, 2012.
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