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That train's been murdering my time, a thoughtless crime although I've been waiting for it with all my mind. “That girl's been giving me her heart though I didn't want it,” the hunter confessed his almost crime. Her lips were chapped, …
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[The unicorn] got up from time to time, even put on fishnet stockings on occasion, frolicked a few steps. Nothing. It took off the fishnet stockings again and sadly went to the hunter’s side and nuzzled him.
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Then he spoke of her cowardice, and from within, her heart fluttered and a soft heat branched out across her chest, face, and stomach pits and she felt imprisoned by that room.
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On the balcony the rain felt gentle on my face and across the street in a window I noticed two figures embraced. The clouds had not yet passed above me and the night was still as dreadful as it had ever been.
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Snow was falling. People passed by the window and wore large coats. Inside, Alex stood in front of the window and watched.
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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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The way to become an effective hunter is, of course, not to identify with foxes
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He and Nick got a long very well, and would speak about things for hours until the morning came; and Betsy would supply them with food and coffee, and clever sayings all the while Johnny watched it all over. Tonight though, they had watched La Rafle, and
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The snake-like veins began to pulsate angrily, and viciously about his body. Quickly he rose up about the girl. His heart was now pounding rapidly against his chest. Outstretched, were his wings, the width of the balcony, white and decrepit and old, yet s
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Snow fell against the windows casting shadows that danced like fireflies or flame—he couldn’t make out which for sure. He’d tumbled and bounced from balcony to balcony, the snow calming with the winds and gently falling, now.
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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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There was once a girl. Her name was April. Her family lived at the edge of a village. When she looked out her second floor window she could see the forest stretch for days. At nights after supper she would lean over her bed; watch the stars in the distance and wish many…
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