“When I first saw you, I thought you would hate me,” she admits. “I get that a lot,” I say with a snort. “It’s just my face, unfortunately.” “No, no,” she says quickly. “It’s my problem; I tend to assume that everyone hates me. There might be some deep-seated childhood trauma there, but what I’m getting at is, you have this … this cold, unapproachable aura—”
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