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« I never understood the interest of slows. Even in college, I hated the moment when music slows down, slows down, to allow everyone to stick their moist body against another. In normal dances at least, one is not taken hostage, one is not obliged to swing in rhythm against a complete stranger who, because of this sudden closeness feels the right to touch your buttocks and everything within its reach. What a piece of. A hell of a mess. A slow is just an excuse to be able to stick to someone you really want to be close to or, horror, someone you want to see for miles. »
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Sarah Dessen
That song... |
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Sarah Dessen
That song...
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« Whether I was strong or weak, Mom was a part of me, as vital to my life as the beating of my heart. I knew that throughout my life I would need her and her strength. »
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Sarah Dessen
Someone like you |
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Sarah Dessen
Someone like you
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« We smiled. I looked up at him. As he leaned over to kiss me, I closed my eyes and did not plunge into darkness. I saw a burst of light, small, fixed. That was enough for a part of me to decide to move and go to meet him. »
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her |
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her
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