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Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?” The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.

Barry Lyga

I suddenly realize that I’m naked, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s the phone, but for some reason it does. “How’s it hanging?” Kyra asks and now I think I’m blushing. It’s just an expression, but jeez!
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Expression Phones Thinking
…She’s not buying [the lie], but there’s nothing else on the shelves.
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Buying Lying Shelves
You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
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Break Josh Someone The Argument
I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
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Buds Complicated Men Taste
And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? ‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
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Accident Cutting Girlfriend Postmortem Solve Try
And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
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Alone Happen Magic Next Thinking
It’s not an easy choice, but that’s OK. Easy doesn’t equal good. Difficulty doesn’t equal bad. It’s just life, is all.
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Choices Easy Life
Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?” The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.
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Ideas Jazz Stalking
You won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.
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Lines Mirrors Way
Jazz hadn’t given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he’d told her enough that she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
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Cutting Flower Heart
I do what I’ve trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher’s mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.
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Eye Keep Land Past Stop Train Watch
I don’t know and I don’t care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.
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Care Want Way
What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
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Alive Cutting What
Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.
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Mean Pain Property
We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
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Adult Cling Kid Kids Love Real
Unreal. I’m feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.
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Feelings Less Nostalgic Records The Twenties

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