Autores:
  • You were spying on us?" "It was kind of hard not to. You were right there by the workshop with Will. it looked like he was practically squishing you to death." "He wasn't," Ronnie assured him. "I'm just saying how it looked." She smiled. You'll understand when you're a little older.

    Nicholas Sparks (2009). “The Last Song”, p.151, Hachette UK