September 2011
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“How vast was a human being’s capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do...”
– White Oleander by Janet Fitch
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“That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific—chair, eye,...”
– White Oleander by Janet Fitch
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I'll savor every moment of this.
“Won’t you think I’m pretty When I’m standing top the bright lit city And I’ll take your hand and pick you up And keep you there so you can see it As long as you’re alive and care I promise I will take you there We’ll drink and dance the night away We’ll drink and dance the night away..”