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End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

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Phury nodded. And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.
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You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.
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Sometimes IVs and pills weren’t always the best course of treatment for the injured. Sometimes all you needed was the touch of the one you loved and the sound of their voice and the knowledge that you were home, and that was enough to drag you back from the brink.
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Let's take my truck, Jim said as he hit the gravel. Less noise. And it has a radio, right? With tragic concentration Adrian started warming up his voice, sounding like a moose being backstroked by a chesse grater. Jim shook his head at Eddie as the doors opened How can you stand that racket? Selective deafness Teach me,master.
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That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.
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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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i am... absolutely destroyed at the loss. (--manny)
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You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!
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Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.
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So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?
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Vishous's chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch's heart. You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?
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V? What? I will die rather than hurt you. ~Vutch moments~
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I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.
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