“It’s fun, isn’t it?” he said. “Reading all about people facing their fears. Not so much fun to do it yourself.” “I’m not afraid of Angie. I hate her. There’s a difference.” “I know fear when I see it,” he said. “Trust me. I see it in the mirror every morning.” Lucy glared at him. “What are you afraid of? You’re rich. You can buy anything you need or want.” “I can’t buy time. No one in the world can buy time. All those wasted years of my life…I can’t buy them back. And if there was one thing I would buy if I could, it would be the time I wasted running from what I was afraid of instead of
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