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No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Melina Marchetta (2006). “On The Jellicoe Road”, p.190, Penguin UK
No, I say, looking up at Griggs. It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else. And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.