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Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Dead
Poked
Two
Lane
Around
Lanes
Anything
Waited
Believe
Rises
Ashes
Burned
Celebrate

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Words are easy lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.
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I can smell you, Ms. Lane, he said, even more softly. The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb. My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.
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Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.
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It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.
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I'd learned a thing or two. Hope strengthens. Fear kills.
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Okay, Barrons, it's time. I am not helping you shave your legs. he said instantly. Oh please. As if I'd let you.
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The other day upon the stair, I saw a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today how I wish he'd go away! ~Gabrielle O'Callaghan towards Adam Black
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