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August 2009

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“She smiled: that cheerless new pinch of a smile. ‘But what about me?’ she said, whispered, and shivered again. ‘I’m very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on for ever. Not knowing what’s yours until you’ve thrown it away. The mean reds, they’re nothing. The fat woman, she nothing. This though: my mouth’s so dry, if my life depended on it I couldn’t spit.’” —Breakfast At Tiffany’s

“‘It doesn’t matter that you didn’t believe in us,’ said Mr Ibis. ‘We believed in you.’” —American Gods

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