I’d learned the darkest facets of myself and the lowest of lows. I knew what sort of human I was when faced with the purest of poison, and I knew how much I fought to survive. Not many people knew the answers to those lessons—through luck of an easy life or lack of broadening horizons—but I knew. I understood who I was in the worst of times. I only needed to know who I was in the best of them.
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