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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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porcelain
turned-into
used-to-be
changed
made
doll
fragile
obstacles
steel
fair
she
wants
gone
someone
fragility
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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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echoes
made
recapture
summers
truly
clouds
once
sound
electric
wars
long
forgotten
sweet
trapped
sad
lost
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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
leon
seventy-five
tick
pork
made
grease
chicago
blood
fat
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John Scalzi |