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But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
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We're here, and then we're gone, and it's not about the time we're here, but what we do with the time.
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But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.
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My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have; for both are infinite. --William Shakespeare
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The Great Gatsby's my favorite book," he says. "F. Scott Fitzgerald dedicated it to Zelda." "His wife?" I say. "Yeah. His crazy-ass wife who he had no business loving that much," he says, giving me a loaded look. "You know what their joint epitaph says? It's a quote from the book... Their kid picked it for them." I shake my head. "What's it say?" His eyes close halfway as he recites, "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back cea..
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Cassie?" It's Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he's feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who's this guy falling from the ductwork, and what's he doing with my sister? "This must be Sammy," Evan says. "This is Sammy," I say. "Oh! And this is--" "Ben Parish," Ben says. "Ben Parish?" Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish? "Ben," I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same..
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No, I'm talking about the aliens inside our own heads. The ones we made up, the ones we've been making up since we realized those glittering lights in the sky were suns like ours and probably had planets like ours spinning around them. You know, the aliens we imagine, the kind of aliens we'd like to attack us, human aliens. You've seen them a million times. They swoop down from the sky in their flying saucers to level New York and Tokyo and..
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I'd hate to see the look on my face when that mask came down and I saw the face behind it. Thinner than I remember. Paler. The eyes sunk deep into their sockets, kind of glazed over, like he's sick or hurt, but I recognize it, I know whose face was hidden behind that mask. I just can't process it. Here, in this place. A thousand years later and a million miles from the halls of George Barnard High School. Here, in the belly of the beast at ..
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