Vehemence

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He bowed his head to hide the flush of pleasure at the truth in her words. The Navy had been such a still, tight space; he’d had nowhere to voice his hurts, no one to share his shame with. A stiff upper lip, the harsh veneer of duty, and a toxic kind of masculine pride that praised violence and scorned tears. How had he ever survived there?
Through Dark Storms (Beneath Black Sails, #4)
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