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- Author Tara Gilesbie
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I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood. "Why are you doing this?
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- Author Katie Mulholland's Journey by Catherine Cookson
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You're all I have in the world, all I want in the world; I'm afraid of losing you.
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- Author Charles Dickens
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Ideas, like ghosts (according to the common notion of ghosts) must be spoken to a little before they will explain themselves;
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- Author Saint Augustine (Bishop of Hippo.)
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I poured my soul into the dust by loving a man who was soon to die as if he would live forever
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- Author Graham Greene
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Age, Henry, may a little modify our emotions— it does not destroy them.
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- Author Jack London
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Life streamed through him in splendid flood, glad and rampant, until it seemed that it would burst him asunder in sheer ecstasy and pour forth generously over the world.
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- Author Tara Gilesbie
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For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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- Author Dickens Charles
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The whelp went home, and went to bed. If he had had any sense of what he had done that night, and had been less of a whelp and more of a brother, he might have turned short on the road, might have gone down to the ill-smelling river that was dyed black, might have gone to bed in it for good and all, and have curtained his head for ever with its filthy waters.
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- Author Li Qing Zhao
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Stepping down from the swing,Languidly she smooths her soft slender hands,Her flimsy dress wet with light perspirationA slim flower trembling with heavy dew.Spying a stranger, she walks hastily away in shyness:Her feet in bare socks,Her gold hairpin fallen.Then she stops to lean against a gate,And looking back,Makes as if sniffing a green plum
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