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“until Angel met his gaze again. “You’ve got that kind of pull?” “Yeah, I can have a federal”
― Randall Wood, Pestilence

“pleasure had been so huge, she’d had to go into the bathroom, close herself in a stall and cry a little. The seeds of the rebellion had been planted that day, she supposed, or maybe they’d always been there, dormant, and the fat and salt had awakened them. But she could feel them, actually feel them, sprouting in her belly now. “Your plans changed, Mother. It doesn’t follow that mine have to change with them.” Susan took a moment to precisely place”
― Nora Roberts, The Witness