I think that if a real princess was lost in this modern world and she could be whatever she wanted, she would be a musician,' Blanche said slowly. 'A…

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Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do yo…

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His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.

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Some scars never heal. And he sounds like he has a lot of them.' 'But Christ had scars too, even on His risen Body. Wounds in this life become glory …

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Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered—-life, faith--specifically, finishing homework ass…

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I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' …

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It was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every eveni…

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The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general.

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Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.

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