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The Mustache and The Beard



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soundofmind says...



He turned away and leaned forward, hugging his legs as he faced away from her again.

"Thanks," he said quietly, before raising his voice a little. "Maybe the person who was that for you, could be your anchor. Or something."
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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"Somehow, the dead don't seem to be very helpful beyond the grave," she said softly. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just stupid or blind or in denial. I just...it doesn't matter. We should probably get back to camp before Ari and Amy start wondering what happened to us."
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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James let out a quiet sigh and stood up, wiping off his pants. "We should," he said with a nod, thinking of the rumors they would easily start amongst themselves.

"Let's get going."
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.









"Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life."
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening