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Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone. Gone like porcelain turned into steel-made into someone who would always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way.
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changed
doll
fair
fragile
fragility
gone
made
obstacles
porcelain
she
someone
steel
turned-into
used-to-be
wants
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V.C. Andrews |
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No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.
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clouds
echoes
electric
forgotten
long
lost
made
once
recapture
sad
sound
summers
sweet
trapped
truly
wars
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Ray Bradbury |
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Leon had attached himself to me in Chicago like a fat, brat-and-beer-filled tick; I was amazed that someone whose blood was clearly half pork grease had made it to age seventy-five.
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amazed
blood
chicago
fat
grease
leon
made
pork
seventy-five
tick
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John Scalzi |