[I looked at what Sam had written. Her last words to me, ever.] Love never dies.
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| — | 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.
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| — | Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried |
