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Did he think Brendan planned to snatch the laptop and throw it down a crevasse in a glacier?
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By noon the next day, she had pulled off three more ATM events.
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The only good thing about this rough land was firewood. No human had ever gathered a fallen branch here. So they could stay warm, but they had nothing to cook over the flames. It seemed to Eben the Indians ought to worry more about this than they did. They spent every daylight hour looking for game, found nothing and did not mention it. Instead, they sat by the fire, smoked and told war stories. It was the captives who discussed food, desc..
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A bag lady of indeterminate race pushed her belongings in a cart, on top of which she had balanced a broken-legged plastic chair and a bag full of returnable bottles she was plucking out of garbage cans. At one garbage can, she reached right between the legs of a black man who had draped himself like a corpse over the wire mesh. His snores blended into the throbbing from dozens of radios passing by on people's shoulders. A tall, dramatic wo..
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Mercy herself was so hungry, she was faint. Tannhahorens would despise her for it. She tried to keep her feet from weaving and her tears from falling, but she could not. Tannhahorens took her hands and cupped them. Then he removed a small deerskin pouch from his belt and into her cupped hands poured dust. He licked his empty palm and lifted his chin at her to indicate that she was to do the same. Hesitantly, Mercy licked the dust. It was pa..
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It's an old picture," said Stephen. "She's in her thirties now. I don't think she's pretty anymore."
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Fall in love with me, Gary! She thought. Please. Please sit here holding me and think there's nowhere on earth I'd rather be than here, and no girl I'd rather have in my lap than Beth Rose Chapman!
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They marched until the captives could not take another step. Eben dragged Eliza half the way and Sarah dragged her the rest. Mercy and Joseph took turns hauling Ruth. That night they slept like rocks, and in the morning Mercy understood why bears spent the whole winter sleeping. It sounded good to Mercy.
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Every time he calls, I nag him to study." "I hear that boys don't like to be nagged." "Me too, but it's irresistible. You always want to take the boy and mold him into something better."
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They marched until the captives could not take another step. Eben dragged Eliza half the way and Sarah dragged her the rest. Mercy and Joseph took turns hauling Ruth. That night they slept like rocks, and in the morning Mercy understood why bears spent the whole winter sleeping. It sounded good to Mercy. Perhaps it sounded good to the Indians too, because they did not leave camp. Instead, they built two fires, gathering an enormous woodpile..
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The only good things about his eighteenth year were the things he hadn't done: He hadn't murdered anybody or sold drugs.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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The best thing about college was that you could wear anything anywhere.
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Let's go get ice cream!" cried Janie."
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In childhood, she had had milk allergies, or so they'd thought. But either she'd never had them or had outgrown them or ice cream transcended all problems.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Brian was only thirteen. He was asleep by one A.M.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Sometimes Reeve couldn't stand women. They were so practical.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Janie and Jodie looked at him as if he were an out-of-date computer chip.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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You had to assume that his body would grow to match, in which case Stephen would become a man of splendid proportions.
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We don't know what to do about Eve. She hasn't called and isn't here." Janie could not worry about Eve, who would do the best she could."
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Brendan wanted to chain the guy to the bumper of a truck and drive down the thruway for a hundred miles.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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At the church, Brian took charge of Frank, handling him as well as any medic, keeping the extra parents of the bride happy.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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You mean I can't chain him to the bumper of my truck and drag him through the city?
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She had read a million times that you could not make your boyfriend into something else, so fine--Kathleen would make herself into something else.
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Michael was using a laptop computer in desktop fashion.
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Crush. It's a word for something temporary. Something that weights you down and makes it hard to breathe. I don't have a crush on you now, I thought. I just plain love you. Good old reliable love.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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And it isn't creepy. It's romantic.
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father knocked on her door. "Kitten? May I come"
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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I never heard of the person on this return address. Calvin Vinesett. What a name. He's probably selling something, like all our other mail is. The expensive envelope is a sales trick.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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I stalked you. Don't be mad.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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More clumsily,he put his arm around her and tried to hug. They were definitely amateurs at showing affection.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Summer. That long lovely world of slow days and late nights, warm air and friendly sun.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Reeve loved that Janie would make the plans. She'd make a list, he'd follow it, that would be that.
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In a civil war," he said gently, "people forget that they are people. Next they forget anyone else is a person. They forget how to be kind. They learn to hurt. In our wars, they might execute you, but usually they chop hands off, so that you suffer before you die. If you live, you are helpless and must depend on others."
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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He felt enormously tired, as if he were an autumn leaf and his season were over. He felt ready to fall from the branch.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Sometimes, when he was older, and especially after he became taller than his mother, he would put his arms around her and silently hold her, and feel her pain right through the fold of his embrace.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Foster children could pack quickly. Every move Matt had ever made took only minutes, whereas when real people moved, they spent weeks getting ready, filling huge vans and leaving a trail of cardboard cartons across an entire yard. One suitcase, one box, one duffel bag, one bookbag, and Matt would be done.
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Michael sat down next to her. She was too startled to be polite. "Michael! What are you doing here? Where did you come from?"
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Jared never prayed, because the idea of a loving God seemed out of sync with the facts of the world.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Michael took pictures of everybody. "We'll want to remember this," he told Janie."
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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arms, her black African arms, with
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Her name was Janie and she loved her shoes and she loved her doggy back home and basically she loved everything. Hannah quickly tired of this kid's happiness.
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Her eye was caught by a pile of red hair on the seat next to her. She had forgotten about the stupid little girl. She could not remember what her plans had been. What was she supposed to do with this burden?
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they were not six people knit close in tight, warm threads of family, but travelers accidentally in the same motel.
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