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"He waited for someone to tell him who to be next." (Brian Evenson, The Open Curtain, 2006)
"And he couldn’t do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here." (Philip Roth, Sabbath’s Theater, 1995)
"But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing." (A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner, 1928)