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The old women only stuck around this long out of a sense of duty. your mom was the same way. that's why i loved her. she put her duty first, ahead of evverything.

-Rick Riordan

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The Old Women Only Stuck Around This

Rick Riordan

The old women only stuck around this long out of a sense of duty. your mom was the same way. that's why i loved her. she put her duty first, ahead of evverything.

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Suddenly she felt strong and happy. she was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing in her heart that she would never fear them again. no matter what mists might curl around her in the future, she knew her refuge. she started briskly up the street toward home and the blocks seemed very long. far, far too long. she caught up her skirts to her knees and began to run lightly. but this time she was not running from fear. she was running because rhett's arms were at the end of the street.

Eventually she came. she appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and threw her head back, so her long ponytail nearly grazed the waistband of her jeans. after that, i couldn't think about anything else. the mole on the inside of her right elbow, like a dark blot of ink. the way she ripped her nails to shreds when she was nervous. her eyes, deep as a promise. her stomach, pale and soft and gorgeous, and the tiny dark cavity of her belly button. i nearly went crazy.

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