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This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.
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rage
secret
heartbreak
picoult
security
empty
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I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.
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picoult
hug
hold
parent
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Jodi Picoult |
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c52de9f
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They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?
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jodi
picoult
bullets
fake
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Jodi Picoult |