Fifteen. Junior. Wandering around aimlessly. Tell me something.

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Wolf Suschitzky: Embankment, London, 1947
    "She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time."
    The Perks of Being a Wallflower (Stephen Chbosky)

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