"Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears" Publilius Syrus
The first day of school was cold and snowy. As she walked towards the entrance, Rachel Berry could feel a wintry wind shard the skin of her uncovered legs. How ironic, she thought, was it that winter seemed so beautifully romantic to one who was happy, but so painfully cold and lonely to one
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