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I knew in an instant, whatever scrap of affection you’d give me, I’d take it gladly. But my heart?” He pounded a fist on his chest. “It wasn’t happy with scraps. It wanted every smile, every argument, and every caress as if I’d die without it.”
Mask of Deception and Sacrifice
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