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... widened eye, every sharp inhale—they fed something in him. Something that had been starving for seventeen years, locked in a closet and told it didn’t deserve to exist.
Look at me now, that something whispered. Look at what I’ve become.
A group of women in tennis whites had actually stopped their game to watch him run past the courts. One of them had wolf-whistled—bold, desperate, the sound of a woman who’d just ...
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