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I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

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I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
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Against Around Bare Bend Blond Dissaper Feel Head Left Nothing Pain Protect Until Watch
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. ‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.
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Air Breathe Close Corner Look Mouth Nail Remember replace Same Smile Tug
It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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Because First Hurt Other Pain People Right Wish
In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.
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Away Between Cloth Everything Exactly Know Layer Moment Peel Separate Strip Want
Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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Best Near Someone Sometimes Way
A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
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Acknowledge Brave Other Strength
Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.
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Bravery Cruelty Dishonest Does Kind Make Person Same Way
I want people to come away from my book with questions. Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers.
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Answer Away Book Come Goodness People Question Virtue
I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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Answer Aptitude Atack Attack Dog Either Eyes Give Look Peace Question Remind Submission Test
But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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Also Each Learn Mended Other
It’s strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
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Make Ordinary Place Shrink Strange Time
It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
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Alive Chose First Free Perfect Place Remind
I’m sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what’s wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.
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Again Bad Do Like Wonder Over Sick Start Thing Wrong
We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar.
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Again Familiar Feels Kiss Time
Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.
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Better Could Done Guilt Haven Maybe More Next Remind Time
When you’re a writer, you hear your internal critic, and that’s really hard to get over. And then sometimes you hear critiques from classmates and stuff.
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Classmate Critic Get Hard Hear Internal Over Reality Sometimes Stuff Writer

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