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He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.

Before I could turn to look up, a voice boomed from the heavens: "What the heck is going on down there?

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

Because no one needs to live for ever. I think that sometimes you can outstay your welcome.

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We__e each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We__e got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.

I understand we'll be attending your friend Miss Worthington's Christmas ball. Perhaps I'll find a suitable-- which is to say wealthy-- wife among the ladies attending."And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent.

Surplus meant unnecessary. Not required.You couldn__ be a Surplus if you were needed by someone else. You couldn__ be a Surplus if you were loved.

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.