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I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.
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inspirational
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I do like the world quite a lot.
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inspirational
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Shannon Hale |
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What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was
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Shannon Hale |
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I need to admit up front that I don't know how to have a fling. I'm not good at playing around and then saying good-bye. I'm throwing myself at your feet because I'm hoping for a shot at forever." Henry Jenkins/Mr. Nobley"
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romance
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Shannon Hale |
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Mr. Nobley had entered the room before he noticed her. He groaned. "And here you are. Miss Erstwhile. You are infuriating and irritating, and yet I find myself looking for you. I would be grateful if you would send me away and make me swear to never return." "You shouldn't have told me that's what you want, Mr. Nobley, because now you're not going to get it." "Then I must stay?" "Unless you want to risk me accusing you of ungentleman-like b..
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After she swore herself to secrecy and did her best to seem trustworthy and closemouthed, Mr. Nobley revealed that those two had been more than fond acquaintances. In fact, last year he'd proposed and she'd accepted. "Her mother disapproved, as he was merely a sailor. Mr. Heartwright, her brother, informed East that he was dismissed from being her suitor, and Miss Heartwright never had an opportunity to explain that it hadn't been her wish...
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She painted in the mornings and felt that artist instinct begin to yawn again inside her. In the afternoons she rehearsed with Mr. Nobley in the library, pacing outside under the apple trees (she didn't see Martin), or in the north drawing room with the others, wrapping themselves in fabric that was meant to suggest Roman togas. And Mr. Nobley watched her. He had always watched her, of course. That was part of his But did she fancy that h..
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