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geous, there's no other word for it. She suddenly could hear echoes of brass bands and the sound of marching men, the pageantry of flags flying in the brilliant sunlight. That's the secret weapon they use against people like me, she realized, the one that wins out over reasoned thought and civil discourse. The uniform puts a distance between us. Perhaps it's been there all the time, she thought desolately, and I didn't realize it. |
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''Come on, everyone. They've sent a stretch limo for us from the White House," Morgan said. "It's going to be a long afternoon." |
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By four, the ceremonies were over, the band had packed up its instruments, and the guests were trailing out of the Rose Garden. |
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Avery Peters caught up with Anna, who had strolled ahead of the others. He took Anna's hand in his and patted it. "Caidin looks twenty years older, wouldn't you say? He's lost his baby fat." He looked down at her solicitously. "Don't fret. Life goes on. You're one of the winners, I'd say, certainly not one of the losers." |
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"I thought you didn't like me," Anna said, blinking to keep back the tears. |
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"Listen, lady, you're a fox, and I always like foxes, except when I think they're going to hurt my friends. You've just got to let go, that's all. Open your hands and let that string to your kite go, let it fly away." |
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"But it hurts so much. And Morgan, how is he going to feel?" |
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"For one thing, although you may never have noticed, that good-looking lady doctor who's been treating him has been lying in wait for him to be free. For another, he wants more than anything else for you to be happy. So it's your choice." Ave's face was solemn. |
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Anna turned to look for Morgan. He was walking toward her. Vincent Kellner was saying something to him, but Morgan |
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