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Her favorite showtune had once been ‘Send in the Clowns’ until one chased her through a darkened WalMart parking lot on Black Friday- a bust on all major fronts.
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“If they were going to destroy us, there are easier ways,” Tyron said, “so, what do they want from us?” “Excellent question, Tyron,” Ruhger said. “Have we received any comms?” “No,” Katryn said. “Nothing. I’m sending requests, but I’m getting nothing.”
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"I'm not interested in sending more hellfire missiles down on innocent civilians, Mr. Fulton."
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The sun moves warmth around her, curls like a cat on her lap, settles feather-soft kisses on her wrists, and sends a thousand drowning springs under her skin, then once more, a current of promises rise in her eyes
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The dragon circled the dome and caught the braid on one of the banners sending it crashing into a brazier exhaling Ondd's breath. The whole tumbled to the floor sending flames licking in all directions.
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“I said yes, and they said ‘We’ve got flowers for you’ and pushed the whole bunch right in my face. I mean, they really shoved it. Right into my nose.” Lock knew nothing of the flower business, but… *do they normally send two guys to deliver one thing of roses?*
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“I admired Dr. Taverner’s work very much,” the note said. “I hope this helps.” I shuffled the check back to the front and stared at it. This man was really just sending me money. For being Jason’s wife. “Well, his widow,” I corrected myself wryly. “The sasquatch widow.”
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It’s almost time. My faulty thermostat kicks on, sending a wave of heat percolating from the top of my head down through my body; my usual reaction to anxiety. The symptoms that typically follow are muted this time. I prepared pharmaceutically before I left my hotel room.
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“That’s my ride. Thanks, Tex. I mean it. And I am sorry it had to end this way. Goodbye.” I gave the slightest pause before I hit send, initiating the next phase of my assassination plot. I was almost sure it was the right thing to do. Almost.
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“In the names of all who have gone before you and all who will rise up should you fall, I send you forth with the blessing of your people.” He reached across the distance between them and she handed him the dagger.
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“Send it again. Don’t use pigeons this time.” “How about a boat? Wouldn’t that be romantic?” “I want the report yesterday, Lou...” “It’s our antiquated email server, I tell you!”
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Part of her wasn’t sure how thoroughly they should even bother reconciling at this point, considering things would never go back to the way they were and she had every intention of sending all three of them away from here as soon as was practical.
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"I feel like I sent her to her death." Fergal rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting her gaze. Ardra snorted. "Then I have more faith in her than you do. I haven't known Mouse very long, but she's surprised me more than once. She'll surprise us again."
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#Thurds “Ta’hat’a’pai! Go home! Stay in the shrine, like a good little na’ying’zei|!” “I dance only for doom!” the Alate cried, leaping about in a frenzy of fanning that sent shadows careening around her. “You dare push me away? I alone can see the end!” [Cassandra] -
Impatient but gentle, Kufa dressed the wounds on my neck. Duty alone spurred his ministrations, his eagerness to send me off and return to whatever research I’d interrupted obvious.
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A gunshot in that cold, quiet night would find him outnumbered fast, and just then he had the advantage. So he let the boy lead his horse through and close the gate, mounting up to click his teeth and send the animal forward at a trot. Only then did John crouch forward.
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“Boy, just do what you're told.” Samuel rolled his eyes. There was a knock at the door, and Joe got up to answer it. “That's my friend,” he heard Amos say. “I expect you to mind your manners and be respectful. Or, I'll send you back to your mama, storm or no storm.”
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Her mother showed her love differently. She would not make a grand speech. Instead, she would send her off with a few new bonnets she had purchased and some extra sprigs of lavender in her gowns.
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He smiles in a way that sends chills down my spine. “Hey Scarlett.” His eyes roam over my body, making me want to scrub myself clean with Clorox. How is it possible I ever had a thing for him?
#Thurds
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