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Caleb knew he was running away. Shirking his responsibilities, worrying his father sick, more than likely, and letting a lot of people down. He knew that. And he knew it couldn't go on.
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And in spite of herself, Maya sniffed the Christmassy scent of them, and felt her spirits rise. "Smells good, doesn't it?" Caleb asked. "Smells like a memory in the making,"
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I took Amy's advice and resisted the urge to start snooping around in Nurse Boobsalot's life beyond my earlier cursory and unsuccessful internet search.
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I'm not sorry it happened. Now that I really think about it, I'm not sorry at all." She reached for a tall glass, poured him a sweet tea and set it on a coaster in front of him. "I was at first, but I gotta tell you, this 'everything-happens-for-a-reason thing' is starting to make sense to me. I'm starting to feel excited to see what the reason was for this. This whole thing woke me up, Darryl. It showed me I was in the wrong relationship w..
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You got the birthday blues. Lord knows, child, I've had 'em, too. They hit you any time you turn an age that ends in nine. Except for nineteen, of course, which doesn't count." Maya frowned and lifted her head. "Drink," her mother said. So she drank. And Vidalia went on. "People tend to think these crisis points hit us at the round numbers. Thirty, forty, fifty. But they don't. It's the dang nines. By the time you turn thirty, you'll have h..
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to help.
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Hee-hee-hee-who," she breathed, only she managed to do it to the tune of Beethoven's Fifth, and Caleb burst out laughing."
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Maggie lives in a beautiful, century old, happily haunted farmhouse named "Serenity" in the wildest"
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long before your sister revives to come to your rescue. 'Tis almost too good. Not only do
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Arianna and I walked side by side along the route that led through the center of Sanctuary the next day. All but invisible, or we tried to be. We'd honed our talent for blending in with our surroundings, drawing so little notice we might as well have been invisible--one of the skills we'd learned from Trees Speaking long ago. Invisibility, he'd taught us, was not a physical state, but a mental one. It came in handy when one needed anonymity..
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she said very softly.
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and spurs decorated the walls, along with a collection of hats and framed
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