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Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating. Butch
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Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.
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I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.
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His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.
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If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.
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What are the rules, The cop said. There are none. Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.
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As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest. -Butch and Marissa
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