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I thought you were too honest for flattery, too passionate for compromise, and too busy for gratitude.

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My husband says he doesn't want me to be alone, that if he dies before me he wants me to fall in love again.

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There's a certain group of people it's still socially acceptable to be prejudiced against, and I try to speak up for them every chance I get, like a good ally.

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In the hour of my most perilous extremity you were there, plucking me back at the last minute from a certain doom.

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Everyone said the same thing when her cat was diagnosed with cancer: "He's suffering, and the most loving thing you can do is let him go."

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She would happily have walked on hot coals for anyone who showed her a little kindness.

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Loving you was like walking on a hillslope, that heady sensation of pitching forward and back all at once.

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For the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope.

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I promised you I would never commit suicide, and I'm going to keep that promise.

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I think the crematorium must have made a mistake.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I thought you were too honest for flattery, too passionate for compromise, and too busy for gratitude.	42
My husband says he doesn't want me to be alone, that if he dies before me he wants me to fall in love again.	42
There's a certain group of people it's still socially acceptable to be prejudiced against, and I try to speak up for them every chance I get, like a good ally.	42
In the hour of my most perilous extremity you were there, plucking me back at the last minute from a certain doom.	42
Everyone said the same thing when her cat was diagnosed with cancer: "He's suffering, and the most loving thing you can do is let him go."	42
She would happily have walked on hot coals for anyone who showed her a little kindness.	42
Loving you was like walking on a hillslope, that heady sensation of pitching forward and back all at once.	42
For the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope.	42
I promised you I would never commit suicide, and I'm going to keep that promise.	42
I think the crematorium must have made a mistake.	41