"Supposing there was justice for all, after all? For every unheeded beggar, every harsh word, every neglected duty, every slight... every choice... Because that was the point, wasn't it? You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong, but you had to choose, knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, that there was no right anywhere. You were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. Never any tears, never any apologies, never any regrets... You saved all that up in a way that could be used when needed."
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I'm twenty, female, and broke. I picked majors I like and thus will probably one day be living in a box. It doesn't matter what I do or where I go, so long as I'm happy. I am a writer, period, all question of talent aside. I dream big. I procrastinate. I drink Dr Pepper. I live on "Planet Plotmeister" and am not as tough as I think I am, but certainly tougher than you could predict. Thank you and goodnight.
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My first book: Click Here
My website: Click Here
My current and past NaNoWriMo project(s): Dandelion Pride: a novel of illusion
Graphics:
Design for my (in progress) fourth collection.
Design for my third collection.
Design for my second collection.
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