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You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

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Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
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As she stood down below him on the street,it seemed impossible that she'd connected with him as she had,but then,the phone was virtual relating,one step up from being online.Both people were in their own environments,invisible to each other,only their voices mixing.It was false intimacy.
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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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I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.
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V? What? I will die rather than hurt you. ~Vutch moments~
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How sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.
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V shook his head. “Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How’d you like that anywhere near a female you loved?” Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage’s body. “We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.
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Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reason—in spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throe’s life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.
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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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All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.
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And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
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She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.
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Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.
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The pair of them were staring at the computer screen like two dogs watching animal planet: very focused, but incapable of turning up the volume or changing the channel. -Manny and Butch
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I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.
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Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.
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Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew
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Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop
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Is he Catholic? her grandmother asked on the way out. He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation. He looks like a good boy, her vovo said over her shoulder. A good Catholic boy. And that was that -- for now.
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You want to poof it or ride back with me?
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