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Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it’s those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.
“We used to guard the Book, Mac. It was ours to protect. We lost it.�
You can only control what you’re willing to face. Truth hurts. But lies can kill.
Sleep late. I’ll be keeping you up all night. I’d shrugged off a thrill of unwanted sexual awareness at his words.