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d23a730
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Beckendorf walked up with his helmet under his arm. 'She likes you, man.' 'Sure,' I muttered. 'She likes me for target practice.' 'Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she's into you. 'Makes a lot of sense.
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beckendorf
charles
chase
jackson
percy
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Rick Riordan |
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20eeae3
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"What-what do you want?" Annabeth asked, trying to maintain a tone of confidence. The voice cackled maliciously.
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times
thousand
the
mother-night
of
house
annabeth-chase
percy-jackson
hades
chase
jackson
percy
mother
night
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Rick Riordan |
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a4520ed
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You can only chase a butterfly for so long.
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young-adult
culloden
jane-yolen
stuart
butterfly
scottish
historical-fiction
chase
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Jane Yolen |
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7795b71
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--El dia que conoci a tu madre, sabia que estaria en mi vida para siempre. Habia algo sobre ella y supe que me estaba enamorando ese primer dia. Te hacia querer ser mejor, tratar de ser digno de su amor. Lamentablemente, tu padre pensaba lo mismo, nadie entendia por que cambio drasticamente, excepto yo. A pesar de que ella estaba conmigo, dejo de beber, dejo de dormir con otras chicas, es como si lo hubiera hecho madurar al instante y convertido en el tipo que finalmente queria ser para que pudiera tener una oportunidad con ella. Siempre tuve miedo de perderla por el algun dia, es como si me diera cuenta de que era una cuestion de cuando, no de si. Pero tu madre era diferente, yo habia salido con muchas chicas, pero realmente no me importaba si estaban alli o no. Eran solo alguien para tratar de llenar el dolor de perder a mi padre. Asi que cuando me reuni con ella y se dio cuenta de mis sentimientos, luche por mantenerla tanto tiempo como pude. No se lo digas a tu mama, pero Chase y yo constantemente peleabamos por ella cuando no estaba cerca. Infierno, incluso peleabamos por ella cuando estaba cerca. Sabiamos que cualquiera de nosotros podria tener a cualquier chica que quisieramos, pero solo queriamos a Harper. Asi que, por supuesto, siendo nosotros, las palabras se utilizaron en punos y volaban cuando nos quedabamos solos. No le dije esto, pero ya sabia lo que habia pasado con tu padre antes de que ella me lo dijera. Cuando llegue a casa de la rotura, y Chase no me molesto de nuevo, sabia que algo habia pasado. Solo no sabia que todavia. Pero ?sabes que pequeno hombrecito? No puedo ni siquiera estar loco sobre eso mas, porque si no hubiera pasado, no estarias aqui ahora. Beso suavemente a nuestro hijo de tres meses quien estaba completamente cautivado en sus historias y senalo la ultima foto en el libro. --Y el te amaba y a tu mama, muchisimo. Siempre voy a recordarte eso, pero desearia que hubieras podido reunirte con el.
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liam
chase
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Molly McAdams |
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002c499
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"Then the bandit turned tail and broke for the open. Greeley hit the sidewalk only seconds after him, big as he was and with a panic-stricken woman to detour around. A slice of hindmost heel was all he saw of the man. The store entrance adjoined a corner; that gave the fugitive a few added seconds of shelter, and as Greeley flashed around it in turn, again the breaks were the lawbreaker's. There was a school midway up the street toward the next avenue. It was a couple of minutes past three now, and a torrent of young humanity came pouring out of the building by every staircase and exit, flooding the street. In through them the sprinting man plunged, knocking over right and left the ones that didn't get out of his way quickly enough. If it had been hazardous to take a shot at him in the store, it would have been criminal out here. The kids parted, screaming in delighted excitement, as Greeley tore through them after the bandit with uptilted gun, but he couldn't just callously knock them flat like the man before him had. He sidestepped, got out of their way as often as they did his, and he began to fall behind the other, lose ground. The kids weren't just on that one street - they had dispersed over the entire vicinity by now, for a radius of a block or more in every direction, in frisky, milling, homeward-bound groups. Through them the quarry zigzagged, pulling slowly but surely away. He kept going in a straight line, because it was to his advantage to do so - the presence of these kids made for greater safety - but he was already far enough in the lead so that when he should finally decide to turn off - the answer was pretty obvious; a taxi or a doorway or a basement. Any of them would do. ("Detective William Brown")"
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burglary
cops
footchase
chase
police
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Cornell Woolrich |
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03fc635
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"He's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. "I shouldn't have let her go ahead - I ought to be hung! Something's gone wrong. I can't stand this any more!" he says with a choked sound. "I'm starting now -" "But how are you -" "Spring for it and fire as I go if they try to stop me." And then as he barges out, the fat lady waddling solicitously after him, "Stay there; take it if she calls - tell her I'm on the way-" He plunges straight at the street-door from all the way back in the hall, like a fullback headed for a touchdown. That's the best way. Gun bedded in his pocket, but hand gripping it ready to let fly through lining and all. He slaps the door out of his way without slowing and skitters out along the building, head and shoulders defensively lowered. It *was* the taxi, you bet. No sound from it, at least not at this distance, just a thin bluish haze slowly spreading out around it that might be gas-fumes if its engine were turning; and at his end a long row of un-colored spurts - of dust and stone-splinters - following him along the wall of the flat he's tearing away from. Each succeeding one a half yard too far behind him, smacking into where he was a second ago. And they never catch up. ("Jane Brown's Body")"
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gunplay
mobsters
noir
gun
chase
crime
mob
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Cornell Woolrich |