Voldemort may have split his soul seven times, but JK Rowling, John Green, Rick Riordan, Suzzanne Collins, Veronica Roth, Michael Grant and Alyson Noël crushed my heart into
SEVEN million pieces, stamped over them in
SEVEN inch heels, scattered the particles to the
SEVEN corners of the earth, burned them at
SEVEN thousand degrees, made them get up at
SEVEN in the morning on a weekend, isolated them from literature for
SEVEN weeks and fed the remains to
SEVEN Hungarian Horntails.
I wonder why seven is my lucky number...
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