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each change, painful though some of them will be, will make us a little better than we were before.
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Bethan, gleeful, left
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I think that is not true," Uncle Henrik said. "I think you are like your mama,and like your papa, and like me. Frightened, but determined, and if the time came to be brave, I quite sure you would be very, very brave." "But," he added, "it is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything. And so your mama does not know everything.Neither do I. We only know what we need to know." "Do you understand what I am saying?" he asked, looking..
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a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.
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stricken
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What's your problem, Sam?" she asked in a bored voice. If they didn't deal with his first, he would keep interrupting. "A pea in my nose," he said, sounding frightened. "You put a pea in your nose? Sam! Why on earth did you do that?"
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The reader brings his or her own history and beliefs and concerns, and reads in solitude, creating each scene from his own imagination as he does.
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It was a question she did not want to be asked. When she asked it of herself, she didn't like her own answer.
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One by one the Rosens turned and hugged Annemarie silently. Ellen came to her last; the two girls held each other. "I'll come back someday," Ellen whispered fiercely. "I promise." "I know you will," Annemarie whispered back, holding her friend tightly. Then they were gone,"
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Mama was laughing quietly. "I remember, too," she said. "Sometimes she wet the bed in the middle of the night!" "I did not!" Kirsti said haughtily from the bedroom doorway. "I never, ever did that!"
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Let's experiment. Someone must have figured it out once, in order to write a book. Why can't we do the same thing?
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I mean, I wish I knew the right things to say to people. Sometimes I seem to just sit there.
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Jonas nodded. "I liked the feeling of love," he confessed. He glanced nervously at the speaker on the wall, reassuring himself that no one was listening. "I wish we still had that," he whispered. "Of course," he added quickly, "I do understand that it wouldn't work very well. And that it's much better to be organized the way we are now. I can see that it was a dangerous way to live." "What do you mean?" Jonas hesitated. He wasn't certain, r..
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como si dijera: <>, y ciertamente los chorritos de leche salieron mas finos y lentos. Dio un apreton final,
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Annemarie admitted to herself, snuggling there in the quiet dark, that she was glad to be an ordinary person who would never be called upon for courage.
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It was a long time ago. "Though it seems, sometimes, that most things that matter happened a long time ago, that is not really true. What is true is this: bu the time you realize how much something mattered, time has passed; by the time it stops hurting enough that you can tell about it, first to yourself, and finally to someone else, more time has passed; then, when you sit down to begin the telling, you have to begin this way: "It was a l..
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Age is a meaningless commodity in most instances.
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He looked as if it hadn't occurred to him that it might not matter.
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They were forcing the children to describe the future they wanted, not the one that could be.
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She turned her eyes away quickly so that she would not learn it, would not be guilty of something clearly forbidden to her. But it made her smile, to see it, to see how the pen formed the shapes and the shapes told a story of a name.
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