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Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Unique
Takes
Special
Away
Another
Giving
Never
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There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
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If I ever win you, he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
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We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.
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If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.
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The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.
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A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.
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My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.
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I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.
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This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.
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People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.
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Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.
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My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.
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Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.
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His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
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Did he die well? No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
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Not just when its easy. All the time.
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Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.
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His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. I could've made you happy, dove. You did, I whispered
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Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.
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Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.
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