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I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

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Dedicated to: You. There will never be another like you. For me...you are the one. Yeah, I don't have enough words for this.
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i am... absolutely destroyed at the loss. (--manny)
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...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.
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In the far corner, a tenor began to sing, Zsadist's crystal-clear voice sailing up toward the warrior paintings on the ceiling far, far above them all. At first John didn't know what the song was...although if he'd been asked what his name was, he would have said Santa Claus, or Luther Vandross, or Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe even Joan Collins.
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Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.
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As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.
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...Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch. It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.
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Ehlena: Look, the reason I called was -- Rehv: Because you needed an excuse. You shut me down in the exam room, but really wanted to talk to me. So you called me on the phone. And now you have me. (That voice dropped even lower) Do I get to pick what you do with me?
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Xhex: John, she said softty. He paused and looked over his shoulder toward the bed. I love you.” His handsome face tightened in pain, and he rubbed the middle of his chest, as if someone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. And then he turned away. As she hit the confines of her prison… She was screaming at the top of her lungs.
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He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him didn't know much about BDSM, but it looked like he was going to learn firsthand. Taking out his cellphone, he hit V, but didn't expect an answer. He guessed GPS was going to have to come in handy once again.
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When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.
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My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix him. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.
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Wellsie frowned. I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean? Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.
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All of us are taking the night off, Wrath said abruptly. We need some regroup time. Rhage snorted from across the table. You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you? Yup. A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. Right after dinner.
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I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.
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But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
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There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, “Booga-wooga!” At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.
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Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.
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So will you meet me?” “Yeah. Sure. Where.” “Montrag’s safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
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