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Who could help laughing at a group of people who heatedly declared that God was dead and clung to the belief that Elvis was alive?
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two households. He'd wanted a three-bedroom
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days aboard his sailboat, doing
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he was living in a dream world, then he never wanted to wake up.
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He had heard that from others but hadn't recognized the truth until his own father had gone. Maybe if he hadn't been so involved with Angie he would have seen to his father's business affairs sooner and they wouldn't be in this mess now. What did he know about all these legal matters? Darn little. His father had known he was close to death,
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I've got a loose tooth. Look." She started pushing"
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We're here to deliver preemie hats to Sharon Jennings," Libby explained. The receptionist"
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Remember that you need two socks. How to achieve this feat? Knit both at the same time, and release the idea that they need to be identical!
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I do love a good yarn, fiction and fiber. The only thing that equals my joy in knitting is the pleasure of reading!" --Priscilla"
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inanities and ones not so silly. It was the most time they'd had together since Simon's one-day visit to Charleston two
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Years ago I read that grief is the place where love and pain converge. For a long time they stood there and simply clung to each other. They didn't feel the need to kiss, and she believed that was because what they shared transcended the physical. This understanding-that they'd both lost what they'd treasured most-brought them together in a more profound way than mere attraction. But I don't know what my instinct's saying, she muttered. Yes..
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parked his taxi. Lily tried to talk to him twice on the
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he said with such confidence that her heart surged with hope. "But a person's ability to love is only equal to his or her openness in receiving it."
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My rescue dog, but who had rescued whom? Rover was my constant companion, and as Grace had so recently suggested, he was my comfort dog.
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It wasn't only his business practices that distressed Olivia. Everyone knew that Warren had cheated on his wife--correction, wives. He'd flaunted his affairs until both women had filed for divorce and left town.
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Olivia wondered whose idea it was to see the play. To Kill a Mockingbird wasn't the sort of entertainment she suspected a man like Warren would choose. The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas seemed more his kind of show.
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But at twenty-eight, Justine had revealed no desire to marry.
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she possessed, hurled the ring across the room.
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Justine refused to risk the pain that real closeness could bring. She'd been with her twin brother when he died, and the love she felt for him had turned into agony. Caught up in her own grief, Olivia had failed to recognize the devastating effect his death had had on her daughter.
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The crowds had been unbearable. First at Northgate, where she did most of her shopping and then at the airport. Sea-Tac had been filled with activity and noise, everyone in a hurry to get someplace else. There seemed to be little peace or good cheer and a whole lot of selfish concern and rudeness. Then, in the tranquility of church on Christmas Eve, everything had come into perspective for Cait. There had been crowds and rudeness that first..
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Baslarken de tek bir sey biliyordum, dogru duzgun yapana kadar vazgecmeyecektim.
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handsome couple. "In other words, we clean up well," Kent joked. "Indeed, you do," I said, and was pleased to know my voice had found itself again."
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The truth was she did love him. She loved him for the gentle care he gave her roses. For his loving way with animals. For his honesty. For his tender patience with Maggie and, most important, for the joy he brought into her life.
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Most of us knit these garments for someone special. In doing so, we let our love and loving thoughts for one another grow, a single stitch at a time.
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The repetition of weaving the yarn around a needle and then forming a stitch creates a sense of purpose, of achievement, of progress. When your entire world is unraveling, you tend to crave order, and I found it in knitting.
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The streets of Bethlehem must have been crowded and bustling with activity at the time of that first Christmas. I can see it all now, can't you? A rug dealer is held up by a shepherd driving his flock through the middle of town." Cait smiled for the first time that morning, because she could easily picture the scene Joe was describing. "Then some furious woman, impatient to make it to the local camel merchant before closing, sticks her nose..
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These unwelcome feelings could be attributed, Mary realized, to her mother's death this past February.
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now? When she looked at herself she saw her outside changing, growing older, while inside she still felt young. Aging was a strange thing--made you feel like you were wearing a striped shirt and plaid pants. Mismatched. Because you never felt as old inside as you looked on the outside.
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He's worried," Scotty explained patiently. "A man should be able to let off a little steam when he's got something heavy on his mind." For being eight, the kid was all right."
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Scotty leaned across the table and whispered in a voice Travis wasn't supposed to have heard but did. "We've got to do something quick before Uncle Travis poisons us"
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perhaps, in giving of myself, I would find the joy Paul had promised. And maybe, given time, it would be possible for me to find my way back to life.
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Harry was on a God-given mission--a trial mission that was the opportunity of an eternity and one he hoped would become a permanent job if he performed well.
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As the spiritual coordinator for this part of Tacoma, Celeste Chapeaux had been assigned to oversee Harry.
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Yes," he said, and then surprised her by gripping both" --
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It's okay. I'm fine...really. I couldn't fit my phone in my clutch, so I left it in my room.
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He's a man, after all. They want to know what they believe they need to know, which is minimal because they are raw, uncivilized, unrefined animals. They talk endlessly about themselves and puff up their chests. Give him the basics, off he goes.
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Everything going well in here?" Steve asked, stepping into the room to check their progress. "Moving like a runaway freight train," Cassie assured him. "Then slow down. There's no need to rush." "Aye, aye, Captain," she teased. He smiled and returned to the kitchen, where he was laying down linoleum with George. "Steve says that at the pace we're"
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His face fell. "Is"
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People from all over asked him what he'd found the hardest.
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those years didn't happen and take
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Many people have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose. HELEN KELLER
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WORRY serves no useful purpose is of no value and doesn't change a thing.
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survive this evening with her
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On that cold day I was born, in February 1955, my great-aunt gave me a classic fruitcake for the celebration of the occasion of my birth. Every year during the holidays I pull it out of the attic and take a look at it and it still looks great, and every year I try to get up the nerve to take a slice and try it. --Dean Fearing, chef of The Mansion on Turtle Creek
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