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Snippet No. 33/23/09Snippet No. 3
He was quiet when he returned. For days, he barely said a word. I didn’t push him, and only partially because his silence scared me. I knew a part of what he’d been through, and I didn’t presume to know what it was like. The pain he was in was clearly debilitating, and I didn’t want to complicate his life by forcing him to talk about it. At first, I felt the best I could do was to just be there for him, if he wanted to talk, or if he needed something, or for any other reason. My heart ached with the desire to do more, but I managed to refrain from nagging him, somehow.
After a few weeks, h
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Snippet No. 23/14/2009Snippet No. 2
She edged around the tree, wishing she had considered a possibility like this. But who thinks to, really? Who considers, and I mean actually considers, the possibility that the charming guy you’ve just met is a psychopath?
Years of hunting had trained out nervous habits that might give her away. She didn’t thoughtlessly crunch leaves, or hum, or cough. This was a blessing. He was out there. She knew he wasn’t far away.
It had been a few hours since she’d seen or heard him, though. There were a few potential reasons for this: He was playing games with her, and his cunning had
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Snippet No. 13/13/09Snippet No. 1
It was no use, talking to them. They were all insufferably stupid. Ignorant didn’t cover it; not that they were well-informed, mind you, but they certainly held ill-devised opinions on issues that, frankly, should be the sole domain of logical, progressive thinkers such as herself.
She is always right. On top of that, everyone else was always wrong. She’d never found any other person, save one, that she completely agreed with—which meant that every other person, save one, was wrong. To varying degrees, you understand. It was unreasonable to say that everyone was wrong, all the time, but it was
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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From the time we intercepted-
Feels a lot like suicide.
Slow and sad, Grown inside us-
Arouse and see you're mine.
(see you at the bitter end)
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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"Man sollte mehr Käse essen, Käse macht glücklich und klug."
(David Lynch)
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
--
"Man sollte mehr Käse essen, Käse macht glücklich und klug."
(David Lynch)
--
See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
--
See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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