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Have you ever or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage, or in terrorist activities, or genocide? I think we can put a big yes down for all of the above.Claire North
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The story was heavy in her hands, the book spread open like legs, the letters very small i spite of describing such a big momentNatalia Jaster
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You say 'love' too easily, Kepler.""No, not rally - please don't call me that. The idea that love has to be a blazing romantic thing of monogamous stability is innately ludicrous. You loved your parents, perhaps, because they were the warmth you could flee to. You loved your first childhood crush with a passion that made your lips tingle, your flesh grow light in their presence. You loved your wife with the steadiness of an ocean against the shore; your lover with the blaze of a shooting star, your best friend with the confidence of a mountain. Love is a many-splendorous thing, as the old song says..Claire North
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Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end. Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.Natalia Jaster
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Current relationship status?” Her voice cut like an arctic chill blowing through the room.“ If you mean me, then you’re not my type. If you mean my dad, he’s single, but I don’t think you’re his type either, ” I said with a small smile. Mercy didn’t find it amusing. A small blue vein in her forehead started throbbing like crazy..“ Actually, come to think of it, I don’t think he has a type. I’ve never seen him with a woman. Mercy, I hate to break it to you, but there’s a very real possibility my dad is gay.Jus Accardo
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If she could explore and heal his injuries with her fingers, it would be another type of magic, her skin making contact with his. Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end. Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.Natalia Jaster
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She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and after dreams. She wants to be the open window letting in the light for him.Natalia Jaster
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He holds out a trembling hand and traces the shape of her arm, descending to her elbow. “You’re like mist, ” he says. “You really don’t feel this?” Love shakes her head. “No.”But that’s not entirely true, because this illusion of a touch has turned her into a current, this human has reached down to her bones. Then his fingers curl right through her hip, and he lowers his voice. “How ’bout that? .Natalia Jaster
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The almost biological certainty that the more often you checked your cell phone, the more likely you were to find that one wondrous message or notification that would improve your entire life.Courtney Maum