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" Child," she said placing her head to mine and her callused fingers on my cheek, "you can whip it and beat it senseless, you can drag it through the streets and spin on it, you can even dangle it from a tree, drive spikes trough it, and drain the last breath from it, but in the end, no matter what you do, and no matter how hard you try to kill it, love wins. "
― Charles Martin , Wrapped in Rain
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" good, ridding himself of both toxins and drugs. It looked like he was starting to get his strength back. “Good morning,” I said. Mutt looked up, said nothing, and kept picking at the ground with his pick. “You okay?” Mutt looked around as if I had spoken to someone else. I made eye contact and said it again. “You okay?” He nodded and dug the pick into some soft earth. I walked around the light, not casting a shadow on his work. “What’re you doing?” Mutt looked around, behind me, underneath the tip of his pick, and then fumbled with his hands, "
― Charles Martin , Wrapped in Rain