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Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.
Lucy Christopher
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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
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I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
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I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.
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When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
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Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
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