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ab2a9b0
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This may be my only chance to see humans before these two are made into fertilizer for Moonwind's rosebushes.
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humour
meet
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Tamora Pierce |
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b2e8f2a
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Shit, meet Fan. Fan, this is Shit.
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shit
meet
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David Mitchell |
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d24a683
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I'm going to go pee. If the universe is bigger and stranger than I can imagine, it's best to meet it with an empty bladder.
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universe
bigger
bladder
pee
empty
imagine
stranger
meet
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John Scalzi |
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f1166cc
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That was how I met her, in a bar in Saint-Germain-des-Pres, she was drinking and watching, and that was why I liked her, I thought she would be fun to have fun with.
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fun
love
meet
girl
drink
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James Baldwin |
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90becb7
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"I'm supposed to meet Ainsley for lunch and then...we're hanging out." He was silent for a moment and then shoved his hands into his pockets. "Cool." His gaze flipped up and over me. I turned slightly, spying Hector's car coming down the center aisle. "I'd like to meet her." Wait. What? He wanted to meet Ainsley? Rider bit down on his lower lip. "So, you know, I'm sort of inviting myself along." He really wanted to meet my best friend? His head tilted to the side. "And if you think that's not cool, this is about to get real awkward."
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mallory-dodge
rider-stark
awkward
hoping
invite
meet
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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cdec7e4
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"Cassie?" It's Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he's feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who's this guy falling from the ductwork, and what's he doing with my sister? "This must be Sammy," Evan says. "This is Sammy," I say. "Oh! And this is--" "Ben Parish," Ben says. "Ben Parish?" Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish? "Ben," I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same time. "This is Evan Walker." "Is he your boyfriend?" Sammy asks. I don't know what to say. Ben looks totally lost, Evan completely amused, and Sammy just damned curious. It's my first truly awkward moment in the alien lair, and I'd been through my share of moments. "He's a friend from high school," I mutter. And Evan corrects me, since it's clear I've lost my mind. "Actually, Sam, Ben is Cassie's friend from high school." "She's not my friend," Ben says. "I mean, I guess I kind of remember her..." Then Evan's words sink in. "How do you know who I am?" "He doesn't!" I fairly shout. Cassie told me about you," Evan says. I elbow him in the ribs, and he gives me a look like "Maybe we can chat about how everybody knows one another later"
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blush
embarrassed
evan-walker
introductions
sam-sullivan
boyfriend
ben-parish
cassie-sullivan
meet
friend
know
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Rick Yancey |
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ba70f9f
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I'd hate to see the look on my face when that mask came down and I saw the face behind it. Thinner than I remember. Paler. The eyes sunk deep into their sockets, kind of glazed over, like he's sick or hurt, but I recognize it, I know whose face was hidden behind that mask. I just can't process it. Here, in this place. A thousand years later and a million miles from the halls of George Barnard High School. Here, in the belly of the beast at the bottom of the world, standing right in front of me. Benjamin Thomas Parish. And Cassiopeia Marie Sullivan, having a full-bore out-of-body experience, seeing herself seeing him. The last time she saw him was in their high school gymnasium after the lights went out, and then only the back of his head, and the only times that she's seen him since happened in her mind, the rational part of which always knew Ben Parish was dead like everyone else.
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ben-parish
cassie-sullivan
recognize
shocked
meet
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Rick Yancey |
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268375f
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Many great ideas are not unique. They only become unique when the men who have the wherewithal actually to implement them come together.
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opportunity
truth
idea
implement
meet
occur
quality
make
ideas
unique
creativity
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Robin Hobb |