Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
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Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?
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Sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.
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He's attracted to the smell of manure," Felicity says. "You might wallow in the stables to bring out the full flower of his love.
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A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well.
God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.
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Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.
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