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See black, see bloom
Died on an impulse over you
Caught like a corpse
Crawling round a dream and loving you
And she hangs on youth
Crushing any feet to fit the shoes
Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth
And cursing youSmall town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up againShe whored and she graced
Bitching with the bottle, saving face
Blowing it out as the jury’s doubt is laid to waste
See black, see bloom
Choked up on a heartburn, bleeding through
How does it feel when the ones that feed are biting youSmall town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again -
we are not alone
and we are more alone
than we’ve ever been
so hurry up and lose me
hurry up and find me
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The Question wasn’t who wanted the victim dead, so much as who of those many people want it most..
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“Roses are red, blood is too, I like to solve mysteries— sometimes with you.”
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“I know you’ve told me everything but what I need to hear, Christopher, we must focus. You must focus.”
“Okay. Focus on this, Rachel. I don’t want to be reinvented. Or reincarnated. Or regurgitated. I’m not going to be named Petra or Paula or Patricia or anything else.”
“My God,” she said wearily. “Right-o. Have it your way. You can stay a bloody male if it means so much to you.”
“I am a bloody male. Of course it means that much!”
Sarcasm was wasted on her. It was like water off a Mandarin duck’s back. “What about Peder?”
“Nice. I can hear it now. Peder-phile. No.” -
“Look, don’t make me say you are my sunshine, or I’ll have to kill us both.” Gideon kissed his brow. “But you are, love. You are.”
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He found himself gazing through stardust and sunshine at Lee Tyack’s hand. He smiled. He’d known it anywhere, even though just now he couldn’t quite get his eyes open and was watching it through sunny streaks between eyelashes. The hand was cupped gently around his.
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I’d spent so long feeling like I couldn’t do anything right, I was in a prime position to appreciate the fact that I found it very easy to make Elijah happy. … Phenomenally satisfying things, but simple, even to the point of being mundane. Those are the experiences that make up the bedrock of a happy life. Not the roller coasters, but the long, easy stretches of road.
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Flying in his dreams was an exhilarating, breathtaking experience, sometimes literally, that tended to leave reality wanting, like riding a roller coaster compared to mowing the lawn.
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And I’ll say this – you had me laughing. And I’d like to have you make me laugh more.
