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" He shook his head, just looking at me. - " What?" I asked.- " Nothing" he said.- " Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. " Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: " I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything." I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, " I`m not beau-" - " You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman." - " Never seen it." - " Really?" he asked. " Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell." His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life. "
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" Hey," Natalie said. " You're here early." " It's almost seven. Why are you covered in chocolate? Your clothes and your...your face. Both your faces." Luke looked at Natalie, really looked at her. Yep, she was smeared with chocolate like it was camo paint, transferred from his mouth to hers and back again too many times to count. " We were..." Natalie began. " We were just ---" " Sampling," Luke cut in. If Natalie had wanted Ivy to know, she would've come straight out with it. Ivy crossed her arms. " Sampling?" " Yeah, I'm interested in her...product. So she let me, uh, try some." Wow, he couldn't have sounded kinkier if he'd tried. " But it's all over the floor on that side of the lab. Like, all over the place. It's even on the wall. How did it get on the ceiling? You must be one sloppy eater. "
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" On either side of Natalie as she walked toward her own room were doors: perhaps behind one door a girl was studying, behind another a girl was crying, behind a third a girl was turning uneasily in her sleep. Behind a certain definite door downstairs Anne and Vicki sat, laughing and speaking in loud voices whatever they chose to say; behind other doors girls lifted their heads at Natalie's footsteps, turned, wondered, and went back to their work. I wish I were the only person in all the world, Natalie thought, with a poignant longing, thinking then that perhaps she was, after all. "
― Shirley Jackson , Hangsaman