Primordial Soup

Grab the book nearest you. Right now. • Turn to page 56. • Find the fifth sentence. • Reblog these instructions & post that sentence • Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book.

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blackenedbutterfly:

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evermore:

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vibinbby:mr—smith:haileyyy:precarious-peace:raineyday:without-words:
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“I’ll see you in Jury tomorrow at five,” he announced and than walked away.

He was standing in the doorway - in truth, he filled the doorway, a giant of a man with a broad face and a gleaming wedge of a nose.

I looked past them, to where they were heading, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Well, Harry… time for us to be off,” said Dumbledore at last, standing up and straightening his long black cloak.

“Remember kids,” he tells them sternly. “Don’t shoot each other. Aim at the fragile, Expensive stuff.”

There in its nasty, stinking, underground home our insulted, crushed and ridiculed mouse promptly becomes absorbed in cold, malignant and, above all, everlasting spite.

The monster would have murdered and again and again had not god, and the heros courage turned fate aside.

Without inflammation, bacterial infections would go unchecked, wounds would never heal, and injured tissues and organs might remain permanent festering defects.

I won’t be as useful as your mother would have been.

We have to teach the same lesson on each side.