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No. . .I mean, I'm sorry he. . .You know, said those things to you. It's part of being a 'good' family. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
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She didnʹt know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasnʹt a dream—and dear God, did it feel real—there was no magic ʺstopʺ in real life. If she couldnʹt deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.
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He smiled and tapped my nose. Two thank-yous in as many days. I don't suppose I'll get to see any, uh, special gratitude? I scoffed. Nope. You'll just have to imagine it. He gave me a half-hug and released me. Fair enough. But I have a good imagination.
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Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.
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Dimitri: Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that - it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it? Rose: Because I'm her guardian.
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The answer came to me before I'd even finished asking myself the question. I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.
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Feminist,” he said, clearly amused. “Next you’ll be telling us you hate men.” She gave him a blank look. “I only hate stupid men who don’t actually understand what ‘feminist’ means.” He laughed. “You run into a lot of men like that?” “All the time.” “Really?” “Even as we speak, Nick.” “Oh no she didn’t,” said Peter. I groaned.
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That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.
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You remember our talk about purpose and meaning? he asked me, the smile disappearing. Well, I think this might be mine. I think this is what I was meant to do, Georgina.
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What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?
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I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.
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Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.
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The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.
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I think it’s more like a shirt that says, ‘I’m going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare my Power Point presentation
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He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one and I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.
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Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.
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Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian
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Do not do that again, he said stiffly. Don't kiss me back then, I retorted. He stared at me for what seemed like forever. I don't give 'Zen lessons' to hear myself talk. I don't give them because you're another student. I'm doing this to teach you control. You're doing a great job, I said bitterly.
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