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And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.
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liberation
paralyzing
upsetting
leaving
perfect
never-again
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John Green |
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"Mary." Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. "Lassiter?" "I'm over here." "Where?" She looked all around. "Why is your voice echoing?" "Chimney." "What?" "I'm stuck in the fucking chimney." She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. "Lass? What the hell are you doing up there?" His voice emanated from somewhere above her. "Don't tell anyone, okay?" "What are you--" An arm came down. A very sooty arm that was encased in a red sleeve that had white trim. Or what had been white trim and which was now smudged with ash. "You're stuck!" she exclaimed. "And thank God no one lit this fire!" "You're telling me," he muttered in his disembodied voice. "I had to blow out Fritz's match like a hundred times before he gave up. Fuck, that sounds dirty. Anyway, just remind me never to try to be Santa for your kid, okay? I'm not doing this again, even for her." Mary stretched a little farther in, but the logs on the hearth stopped her. "Lassiter. Why can't you free yourself by dematerializing--" "I'm impaled on a hook that's iron. I can't go ghost. And will you just take this?" "What?" "This." He turned his hand toward her and there was...a box...in it? A small navy blue box. "Open it. And before you ask, I already cleared it with your pinheaded . He's not jel or anything." Mary sat back and shook her head. "I'm more worried about you--" "Justopenthefuckingthingalready." Taking off the top, she found a slightly smaller box inside. That was velvet. "What is this?" As she lifted the lid, she...gasped. It was a pair of diamond earrings. A pair of perfectly matched, sparkly, diamond... "A mother's tears," Lassiter's slightly echo-y voice said softly. "So hard, so beautiful. I told you everything was going to be all right. And those are to remind you of how strong you are, how strong your love for your daughter is...how, even in the worst of times, things have a way of working out as they should." Blinking away tears, she thought of her crying in the foyer in front of the angel, crying because all had been lost. "They're just beautiful," she said hoarsely. -Lassiter & Mary"
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earrings
mothers-tears
playing-santa
so-sweet
stuck-in-the-chimney
haha
gift
never-again
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J.R. Ward |
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95a6d14
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I was ambitious and desperate to direct my first film, so I capitulated and blew it. Never again. Never fucking again.
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directing
never-again
desperation
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Craig Ferguson |
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No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has fallen, Giovanni, if he feels anything will feel relief.
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love
one-and-only
one-true-love
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
declaration-of-love
never-again
relief
sad
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James Baldwin |
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075f664
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Never again. Tell them that. Never again. Or Hell itself will not hide you from me.
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never-again
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Jim Butcher |
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69fdbef
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"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."
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e-m-forster
howards-end
once-in-a-lifetime
preservation
spoiled
never-again
remember
sad
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E.M. Forster |