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I Don't Think You Should Die Until You're Ready. Until You've Wrung Out Every Last Bit Of Living You Can.

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I Invited Myself. Thought This Table Needed Some Class.

You Have A Steady Fella?” Sam Asked After A Bit. “no Fella Can Hold Me For Long.” Sam Gave Her A Sideways Glance. “that A Challenge?” “no. A Statement Of Fact.

I Do Not Want To Pass The Time. I Want To Grab Hold Of It And Leave My Mark Upon The World.