There is an Unfound Door, and the key is Memory. In the Kingdom of Memory, the time is always now, and the place is always here. Here is White Plains, the street Rose knows so well, between her home and White Plains Prep, and now is Ago; 1996. Before everything; before Emmy, before the bouy and the boys. Before the bad one and before Spain.
"Ugh. This is not how I wanted to spend my Spring Break." Rose is beginning to regret bringing Ansley along to the Habitat for Humanity site in Brooklyn.
"Well, I'm sorry you canceled your flight in a fit of emo before I got to you, but I'm having fun." It's more of a statement of faith than a real feeling, but the nail gun is pretty cool. All the
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If you have an enemy, it's as well to know how she handles a sudden shock. It's as well to be as prepared as possible, before you engage. For this reason, it can be worthwhile to introduce a trial balloon
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Early this morning the National Mall was white with snow and ice; now it's churned to thick mud and paved with protesters, mostly students from high schools and colleges across the country but featuring people of all ages and backgrounds, here to protest President Romney's commitment to sign the Defense of Marriage Act and create a Constitutional
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