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"My heart is really pounding," I said. "That's how you know you're having fun," Margo said."
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quentin-jacobsen
paper-towns
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John Green |
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"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."
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quentin-jacobsen
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John Green |
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To find Margo Roth Spiegelman, you must become Margo Roth Spiegelman. And I had done many of the things she might have done: I had engineered a most unlikely prom coupling. I had quieted the hounds of caste warfare. I had come to feel comfortable inside the rat-infested haunted house where she did her best thinking. I had seen. I had listened. But I could not yet become the wounded person.
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margo-roth-spiegelman
quentin-jacobsen
paper-towns
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John Green |
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bfac78e
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Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time
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myrna-mountweazel
margo-roth-spiegelman
quentin-jacobsen
paper-towns
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John Green |
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As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past.
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part-1
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quentin-jacobsen
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"Oh no you didn't," Radar says when I show him why we're laughing. "Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt."
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radar
quentin-jacobsen
paper-towns
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John Green |
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She loved mysteries so much, that she became one
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