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To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.

Justina Chen

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Justina Chen
Age: 56
Born: 1968
Born: January 1
Novelist
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Justina Chen
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Dream
Starve
Feed
Doubt
Hope

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From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.
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No power was total, no power permanent, no power absolute.
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I preferred my brand of beauty where Norah was more beautiful than any bimbette, and Mom was beautiful whether sized extra-small or extra-large. Where Peony could look at herself in the mirror and murmur, wow, look at me. Just look at me.
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