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"Each time I told my story, I Mất tích a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that ngày that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a hoa hoặc like the sun; it cannot be contained."

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"How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven.I always chose the icicle:the weapon melts away."

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"These were the lovely Bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me...

Previously;
"Josh?" I called. I walked in and shut the door behind me. "Are bạn home?"

"Where have bạn been?" His angry voice đã đưa ý kiến behind me.

I turned around and smiled apologetically. "Sorry that I'm late for our date, but hát lessons went a little longer than expected."

He stepped closer. "Singing lessons? Is hát thêm important to bạn than me?" He asked.

"What? No, of course not!"

He stepped closer. "Because that's what it feels like to me."

"Josh stop! Please you're starting to scare me!"

"Am I now?"

I moved to take a step back, but his hands reached out and grabbed onto my wrists...