Druce Finamore

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She didn’t answer for a long while and his eyes grew nervous. “I saw disillusionment. I saw pain, bitterness, anger—all things I understood very well. But then I saw what was underneath all that. Those were just layers; they weren’t the heart of who you are.”

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