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The heavy eyelids snapped open. Jack froze. A huge gold-and-amber eye, as big as a dinner plater, stared at him. The dark pupil shrank, focusing. Jack stood very still. The colossal head turned, the scaled lip only three feet from Jack. The golden eyes gazed at him, wirling with fiery color. Jack breathed in tiny, shallow breaths. Dont blink. Don't blink... Two gusts of wind erutped from the wyvern's nostrils Jack jumped straight up, bounced off the ground into another jump, and scrambled up the nearest tree. In the clearing, Gaston bent over, guffawing like an idiot. 'It's not funny!
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Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.
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You can receive Christ into your heart, and he can bring joy, and a thrill, and glory such as you have never known - if you will give your life to him.
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Often pagans, with their eyes wide open, do not see very clearly.
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When all is said and done, the unselfish acts of what we have done without asking for anything in return, will have said it all.
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The picture is not made by the photographer, the picture is more good or less good in function of the relationship that you have with the people you photograph.
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There are 500 million people on Facebook, but what are they saying to each other? Not much.
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Film your murders like love scenes, and film your love scenes like murders.
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To have what we want is riches; but to be able to do without is power.
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Villains are very, very boring to do. They're so much easier than heroes.
