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"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick
of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurchases and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me."
Stephenie Meyer
New Moon
of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurchases and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me."
Stephenie Meyer
New Moon
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