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d3b1e3c
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Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.
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magic
lucky
number
richie
seven
stephen
it
pennywise
king
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Stephen King |
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56feb25
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He'd always felt he had a right to exist as a wizard in the same way that you couldn't do proper maths without the number 0, which wasn't a number at all but, if it went away, would leave a lot of larger numbers looking bloody stupid.
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humor
interesting-times
zero
numbers
number
maths
wizard
rincewind
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Terry Pratchett |
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ed61a59
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I swallow as I stare at the number. And the small amount of hurt in her voice stabs my heart. I envelop Rachel in my arms and cup her head to my chest. She smells good. Like the ocean. Like her jacket. I try to memorize the feel of her body against mine: all soft and warm and curves. The paper in her hand crinkles as she links one arm, then another around my waist. Leaning into me, she lets out a contented sigh and I close my eyes with the sound. Ten seconds. I'll keep her for ten more seconds. I want to keep her. Two. I shouldn't. Four. Maybe she can see past what I am. We don't have to be more. We can be friends. Seven. I can fix this. Nine. I can make anything work. Ten.
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rachel-young
isaiah
seconds
smell
number
hold
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Katie McGarry |