What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because your beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because your beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.
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John Green, The Fault In Our Stars