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You Are Meant To Be Here. There Are No Coincidences. It's All Happening The Way It Was Meant To Be.

Your Name?"the Movements Of The Man's Mouth Didn't Quite Match What He Was Saying, So Seeing Him Speak Was A Bit Like Watching A Badly Dubbed Film. "alex Gardiner," Alex Said. "your Real Name?" "i Just Told You." "you Lied. Your Real Name Is Alex Rider." "why Ask If You Think You Know?

Once You Get Into The World Of Dystopia, It's Hard To Avoid Plagiarism, Because Other People Have Had Such Powerful Visions.

In The Old Days, Spies Had Done They'd Done Because They Loved Their Country, Because They Believed In What They Were Doing. But He'd Never Been Given A Choice. Nowadays, Spies Weren't Employed. They Were Used.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.