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The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
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john-smith
life-experience
memory
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"Next he grabs a round yellow thing covered in small bumps. It looks like a strange fruit and I half expect him to squeeze it to produce juice. When it reaches shoulder height the small bumps explode, turning into razor-sharp spikes. I duck and roll in BK's direction to avoid getting impaled. "What the hell?" I shout. "You could have warned me! This is the second time in less than five minutes that you've almost killed me."
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john-smith
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Pittacus Lore |
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"I grab Sarah's hand. "You are more than that. I need you here with me. You're pretty much the only thing keeping me from completely melting down." "I get it," she says. "You're going to save the freaking world and I'm going to help you. That whole saying about behind every great man there is a great woman? I can be that for you. I just want to be a great woman with excellent aim."
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john-smith
sarah-hart
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Pittacus Lore |