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[I looked at what Sam had written. Her last words to me, ever.] Love never dies.
James Patterson, Sam’s Letters to Jennifer 
I’m skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath my blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later, I realize it is as if Tim trying to save Timmy’s life with a story.
Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried