Dylan

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It had been so long since he’d had the freedom to cry. That’s what crying was—freedom. You could only cry when there were no more urgent responsibilities. Only when there was no one watching you who depended on your strength. Only when the people around you wouldn’t take advantage of your tears.
Stephen
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Stephen
interested to read your review when done.
The Lies of the Ajungo (Forever Desert #1)
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