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Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop. What? What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple. Raisa, this is getting us nowhere. Say it!

Cinda Williams Chima

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Cinda Williams Chima
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 1
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Springfield
Ohio
Nowhere
Drop
Getting
Simple
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Matter
Never
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Raisa

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You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.
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Commander! Sir! Wake up! Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander was and wishing he'd respond so he could go back to sleep - until he remembered that he was the commander.
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Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it. As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.
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She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.
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The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.
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I continue to believe in miracles. But i know that miracles come to those who work very hard
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You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.
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