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They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.Francesca Lia Block
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I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.Francesca Lia Block