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d34972a
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I'm whining. It's unattractive, but I find I'm powerless to stop
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Libba Bray |
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You look very handsome, Papa," I say. The twinkle is back in his eyes. "Smoke and mirrors," he says with a wink. "Smoke and mirrors."
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Libba Bray |
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I understand we'll be attending your friend Miss Worthington's Christmas ball. Perhaps I'll find a suitable-- which is to say wealthy-- wife among the ladies attending." And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent."
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funny
humor
gemma
doyle
tom
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Libba Bray |
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f5e3095
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Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
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Libba Bray |
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75f28fd
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Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow."
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the-sweet-far-thing
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Libba Bray |
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She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition." --
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Libba Bray |
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I think we should find some kind of shelter; a cave or something." "I don't want to do that! What if there's like, a creature living in the cave?" Tiara said. "Seriously, I saw this show once where these people were stranded on an island and there were these other people who were sort of crazy-slash-bad and there was this polar bear creature running around." "What happened?" Miss Ohio asked. "I don't know. My parents got divorced in the mid..
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lost
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Libba Bray |
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She is the elephant's eyebrows," Evie whispered appreciatively. "Those jewels! How her neck must ache." "That's why Bayer makes aspirin," Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn't immune to the dazzle of a movie star."
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Libba Bray |
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7c25f6e
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Why does it always seem that I have only the shadow of my father? I'm like a child constantly grabbing at his coattails and missing.
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Libba Bray |
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7e58852
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We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.
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Libba Bray |
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4c770fd
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my stomach aches a new. blasted inconvenience. What do young men have to mark their entry into adulthood? Trousers, that's what. Fine, new trousers. I despise absolutely everyone just now.
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Libba Bray |
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4225628
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I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settles into my chest. No matter how much I go about living, there are always small reminders that make the loss fresh again.
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loss
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Libba Bray |
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7c1cb86
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He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.
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Libba Bray |
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cd25fb9
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Memphis--it's just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It's what they do. It's not following you, and it's not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.
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Libba Bray |
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Will looked at Evie funny. "Advertising?" "Yes. You've heard of it, haven't you? Swell modern invention. It lets people know about something they need. Soap, lipstick, radios--or your museum, for instance. We could start with a catchy slogan, like, 'The Museum of American Folklore, Superstition, and the Occult--we've got the spirit!"
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Libba Bray |
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86882d5
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A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.
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Libba Bray |
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With each shimmy, the bugle beads on their scandalously revealing costumes swung and shook. It was the sort of display Evie knew her mother would have found appalling--an example of the moral decay of the young generation. It was sexual and dangerous and thrilling, and Evie wanted more of it.
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Libba Bray |
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8f9c7d7
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He's got a laugh like a machine gun firing through velvet.
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Libba Bray |
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a3db6a0
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It's just a little initiation we have here at Spence - we like to torture each other. Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.
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Libba Bray |
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He deserves to have his head on a spike for all to see. Waring: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
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Libba Bray |
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0b79d28
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Forgiveness. The frail beauty of the world takes root in me as I make my way back through the woods, past the caves and the ravine, where the earth has accepted the flesh of the deer, leaving nothing but a bone or two, peeking above Kartik's makeshift grave, to prove that any of this ever happened. Soon, they'll be gone too. But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close remembering that in each of us lie goo..
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Libba Bray |
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46fde44
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But without that spark of anger, without destruction, there can be no rebirth.
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Libba Bray |
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b9dceaf
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Sometimes Felicity is as much a mystery to me as the location of the Temple. She is spiteful and childish one minute, lively and spirited in the next; a girl kind enough to bring Ann home for Christmas and small enough to think Kartik her inferior.
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Libba Bray |
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fefc112
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Dans chaque fin, il y a un debut.
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end
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Libba Bray |
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a15978d
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sometimes a little crazy is all you need
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Libba Bray |
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68a02de
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I don't trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.
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Libba Bray |
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62e6205
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I know. And I'm Sorry. People will disappoint you, Gemma. The question to ask is whether you can learn to live with the disappointment and move on. I'm offering you a new world.
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Libba Bray |
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20ca0d1
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Perhaps it is only the light. Perhaps it is the power of the realms at work through me. Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if first we know were to look without flinching.
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Libba Bray |
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Even Felicity can't keep from sputtering with laughter. I wish I could use my evil eye. Or at least my evil boot right smack against Cecily's backside.
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Libba Bray |
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No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.
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Libba Bray |
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We're all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they'd like to be seen.
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Libba Bray |
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1b1eac4
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God save me from a woman's tears, for I've no strength against them.
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Libba Bray |
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The land is old, the land is vast, he has no future, he has no past, his coat is sewn with many woes, he'll bring the dead, the King of Crows.
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Libba Bray |
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Right now, with that lock of hair falling in his eyes, he's the brother I've missed, the one who once brought me stones from the sea, told me they were rajah's jewels. I want to tell him that I'm afraid I'm going mad by degrees and that nothing seems entirely real to me anymore. I want to tell him about the vision, have him pat me on the head in that irritating way and dismiss it with a perfectly logical doctor's explaination. I want to ask..
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Libba Bray |
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You know, people, just being beautiful isn't enough." Tiara looked confused. "But... it always has been."
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Libba Bray |
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9a6d03f
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You try standing up to my mom. She's a force of nature.
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Libba Bray |
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30621d4
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When it is time for me to visit Brigid, I find her awake in her little room. "That's awl righ', luv. I don' care to forget, if it's all the same," she says, and there are no rowan leaves at her window anymore."
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Libba Bray |
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Agent Jones switched to the big screen and a grainy video of MoMo sitting at his enormous desk, a swivel-hipped Elvis clock ticking behind his bewigged head. 'Death to the capitalist pigs! Death to your cinnamon bun-smelling malls! Death to your power walking and automatic car windows and I'm With Stupid T-shirts! The Republic of ChaCha will never bend to your side-of-fries -drive -through-please-oh-would-you-like-ketchup-with-that corrupti..
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death
cinnamon-buns
fries
i-m-with-stupid
ketchup
power-walking
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Libba Bray |
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e209949
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What do I want? Why is that simple question - four little words - so impossible to answer?
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Libba Bray |
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01aaed6
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You must be the change you want to see in the world.
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Libba Bray |
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b544506
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The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress. The quests squawk in surprise, turn their palms up to the sky as if questioning it, and dash for cover.
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weather
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Libba Bray |
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0839dd7
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It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes into clear, defined moments - changing the linens, choosing a dress or a hymn, the washing up, the muttering of prayers. All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
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Libba Bray |
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d7de6d2
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Idealism is just an escape from reality. There is no utopia.
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Libba Bray |
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1220c6f
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It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.
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Libba Bray |