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dad9137
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I hate selkie stories. They're always about how you went up to the attic to look for a book, and you found a disgusting old coat and brought it downstairs between finger and thumb and said "What's this?", and you never saw your mom again."
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ddeb892
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At last he said to me, 'My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.
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peter-s-beagle
the-last-unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |
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2d5955b
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Julie started the engine, and the air around the BSA danced to life, this time enclosing them in a roaring privacy - a momentary country, trembling at the curb. Outside, beyond their borders, the honey-slow twilight was thinning and quickening to a cold, dusty lavender. Skateboarders hurtled past like moths, urgently contorted, one-dimensional in the pale headlights rushing up the hill toward them.
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motorcycle
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twilight
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Peter S. Beagle |
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7d4c491
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You are not mean. Cranky is different.
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Peter S. Beagle |