If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment o... by Veronica Roth

If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.

Veronica Roth

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I should wonder what courage—which is the virtue they most value—has to do with a metal ring through your nostril.

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Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because tha... by Veronica Roth

Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.

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Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.

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He's one of the last friends I have," she says, her voice breaking. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at you the same way again.

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He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine. by Veronica Roth

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

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I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

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My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only tempo... by Veronica Roth

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

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You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that... by Veronica Roth

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

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I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

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Eric walks toward me, and I back away by instinct. I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how smart he is and that if I’m not careful he’ll notice that I keep staring at her, and that will be my undoing.

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I have to admit that Christina is good—though I don’t like giving credit to Candor smart-mouths—and so is Peter—though I don’t like giving credit to future psychopaths.

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I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.

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So small as to be negligible. It's strange, but there's something in that thought that makes me feel almost...free.

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Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you'v... by Veronica Roth

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

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Tris," said tobias. "I love you by Veronica Roth

Tris," said tobias. "I love you

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Peace is restrained; this is free. by Veronica Roth

Peace is restrained; this is free.

I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grabbed the first one I could reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me. "He" is the young man attached to the hand I grabbed. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color.

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Or you can stay frigid," says WIll, his green eyes glinting with mischief. "You know. If you want." Christina throws a roll at him. He catches it and bites it. "Don't be mean to her," she says. "Frigidity is in her nature. Sort of like being a know-it-all is in yours." "I am not frigid!" I exclaim. "Don't worry about it," says Will. It's endearing. Look you're all red.

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Al walks in, and I don't even have to ask him to help me, he just walks over and strips bedding with me. i will have to scrub the frame later. Al carries the stack of sheets to the trash and together we walk toward the training room. "Ignore him," Al says. "He's an idiot, and if you don't get angry, he'll stop eventually.

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Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’ ‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’ ‘As it so often does,’ I say, a small smile inching across my face.

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