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    Caroline B. Cooney quote. I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling,

    I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, "An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie," and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it

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    Caroline B. Cooney quote. She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion

    She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion

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    Caroline B. Cooney quote. She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines

    She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines

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    Caroline B. Cooney quote. The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'

    The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'

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    Caroline B. Cooney quote. Listen to the sea...it sounds like a coffin being dragged over broken glass

    Listen to the sea...it sounds like a coffin being dragged over broken glass

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