She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.


The Portable F. Scott Fitzgerald (ed. 1945)


She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.