Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
She was my go-to person. I__ tell her everything. Now, all of those late-night phone calls, all the sleepovers at her house because I couldn__ deal with stuff at home, all the crying on her shoulder. It__ all gone. It__ like if she doesn__ know, then it didn__ happen, and if it didn__ happen then what exactly am I holding on to?_ ~Stacey
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She was my go-to person. I__ tell her everything. Now, all of those late-night phone calls, all the sleepovers at her house because I couldn__ deal with stuff at home, all the crying on her shoulder. It__ all gone. It__ like if she doesn__ know, then it didn__ happen, and if it didn__ happen then what exactly am I holding on to?_ ~Stacey
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Franklin Fletcher dreamed of luxury in the form of tiger-skins and beautiful women. He was prepared, at a pinch, to forgo the tiger-skins. Unfortunately the beautiful women seemed equally rare and inaccessible. At his office and at his boarding-house the girls were mere mice, or cattish, or kittenish, or had insufficiently read the advertisements.
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Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.