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He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Experiences
Anymore
Skills
Couldn
Fight
Memories
Fighting

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He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.
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It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.
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He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.
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