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Heart: one. Mind: zero. No one had ever looked at me like that, like they could see past all my shields and pretenses to the imperfections I fought to hide. Like those imperfections didn’t matter, and not only did they not matter, but they were a reason for appreciation instead of an obstacle. It was the first time anyone had seen me for me.
The Striker (Gods of the Game, #1)
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