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“The adrenaline rush subsides as it becomes harder to catch your breath. You become light headed, then dizzy and confused as the air runs out. Reason and sense evaporate as the darkness claims you. That is how it felt to be a Tunnel Rat.”
― Michael G. Kramer, A Gracious Enemy

“There’s no point in fighting me on this. Wherever you go, one, or both of us will be with you. Period. Get used to it. Short of actually sleeping on your doorstep, I’m going to follow you everywhere. I’m going to be so close that if you turn your head for a breath I’ll be there to give you mouth-to-mouth. So, you may as well just give in and take me with you. It’ll save us both a lot of time and frustration.”
― Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

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― Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

“Out of the bedroom window, Tara watches the silver moon in the night sky cast a faint glow on the pine trees.Ìý Ian was right.Ìý It’s time to move on.Ìý Not to forget, but to forge ahead.”
― Dawn Chalker