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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
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baby
buy
child
children
cry
crying
dead
death
eyes
glare
glares
glaring
kid
kids
life
money-monetary
plead
pleading
talk
talking
young
young-adults
youth
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V.C. Andrews |
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"I watched my friend Eleanor give birth," she said. "Once you've seen a child born, you realize a baby's not much more than a reconstituted ham and cheese sandwich. Just a little anagram of you and what you've been eating for nine months."
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babies
baby
benna
birth
humor
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Lorrie Moore |
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Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling pious and self- righteous while you starve small children!
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baby
child
children
dresses
gray
kid
kids
pious
righteous
self-righteous
standing
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V.C. Andrews |
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b4dbfa8
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"Kipster is a perfectly valid word," Wendy argued, about to write down her score on the little notepad that had come with the game. "Okay, so what does it mean?" Mandy wanted to know. Wendy struggled to come up with an answer, and finally just changed the subject with school gossip. Mandy found herself just ignoring it... it always sounded the same, the same events, same rumors, same secrets, same affairs, but never anything of interest to her. "Well Sarah's on drugs again and that's why she did it in Mario's backseat, but now she might be pregnant, oh, and that messed-up Seth kid's been cutting himself again so he was sent away to Halifax last week, and there's a festival in Wolfville but Kathy won't go because Audrey-Rose is going to be there and they hate each other, and...." Mandy had learned two years ago to detach herself from gossip; she'd learned it from Jud's death. Wendy may have been eighteen years old but she could be immature on the best of days."
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80-s
argue
baby
boring
bullying
canada
cape-breton
coming-of-age
drama
drama-queen
eating
eighties
fighting
funny
game
gossip
growing-up
kipster
maturity
nostalgia
nova-scotia
pollution
rumors
scary
scrabble
self-harm
suicide
teenage
words
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"For that half-hour in the hospital delivery room I was intimate with immensity, for that half-minute before birth I held her hands and for that duration we three were undivided, I felt the blood of her pulse as we gripped hands, felt her blood beat in the rhythm that reached into the baby as she slipped into the doctor's hands, and for a few days we touched that immensity, we saw through her eyes to an immense intimacy, saw through to where she had come from, I felt important being next to her, and the feeling lasted when we entered our car for the drive home, thinking to myself that we weren't to be trusted with our baby, the feeling lasting while I measured us against the landscape, the February rain, the pewter sky, and then the rain freezing to the roadway, the warmth of the interior of the car with its unbreakable transparent sky dome and doors, until the car spun on the ice in the lane and twirled so that I could take an hour to describe how I threw up my hands in anguish as the baby slipped from her arms and whipped into the face of her mother reflected in the glass door, and she caught the baby back into her arms as the car glided to a stop in its usual place at the end of the drive, and nothing but silence and a few drops of blood at a nostril suggested that we would now be intimate with the immensities of death ("Interim")"
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baby
birth
death
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William S. Wilson |
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Da imash dete e kato da si napravish tatuirovka na litseto. Naistina triabva da si sigurna, che tochno tova iskash, predi da mu se posvetish.
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baby
children
commitment
family
kids
responsibility
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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When I complain about the bandages she says: 'I promise you that when you take them off you'll be just as you were before.' And it is true. When she takes them off there is not one line, not one wrinkle, not one crease. And five weeks afterwards there I am, with not one line, not one wrinkle, not one crease. And there he is, lying with a ticket tied around his wrist because he died in a hospital. And there I am looking down at him, without one line, without one wrinkle, without one crease...
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baby
birth
death
grief
grief-and-loss
hospital
mother
motherhood
scars
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Jean Rhys |
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And there I lie in these damned bandages for a week. And there he lies, swathed up too, like a little mummy. And never crying. But now I like raking him in my arms and looking at him. A lovely forehead, incredibly white, the eyebrows drawn very faintly in gold dust... Well, this was a funny time. (The big bowl of coffee in the morning with a pattern of red and blue flowers. I was always so thirsty.) But uneasy, uneasy... Ought a baby to be as pretty as this, as pale as this, as silent as this? The other babies yell from morning to night. Uneasy... When I complain about the bandages she says: 'I promise you that when you take them off you'll be just as you were before.' And it is true. When she takes them off there is not one line, not one wrinkle, not one crease. And five weeks afterwards there I am, with not one line, not one wrinkle, not one crease. And there he is, lying with a ticket tied around his wrist because he died in a hospital. And there I am looking down at him, without one line, without one wrinkle, without one crease...
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baby
birth
death
grief
grief-and-loss
hospital
mother
motherhood
nurse
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Jean Rhys |
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91625fe
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Babies have the power to make grumpy people happy because they love you no matter what. Dogs are that way, too.
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baby
compassion
dog
grumpy
heartwarming
love
power
therapy
therapy-dogs
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Mariel Hemingway |