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At some point it occurred to her that the pebbles of his manipulation were becoming slivers of glass. They tore at her slowly beneath her sleeves and without sound. No one could see them or hear them. This is what sustained him.

The fight for a facade is as brutal as it is hopeless when you’re made to believe you chose it.

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