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850fc12
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... the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.
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close
sensed
mocking
watching
cold
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Markus Zusak |
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b013f7c
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But it's hard to explain, Mitch. Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer than I ever did before.. ..I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But - how can I put this? - I'm almost... drawn to them.
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drawn
similar
people
close
same
suffer
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Mitch Albom |
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c9831d7
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Don't you think it's better to continue reading than to just close the book?
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reading
death
life
close
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Rebecca McNutt |
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d00b666
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I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar, with the windows down and the music up. I seek my identity in toughness - but it is Morrie's softness that draws me, and because he doesn't look at me as a kid trying to be something more than I am, I relax.
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identity
music
tough
close
windows
soft
image
kid
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Mitch Albom |