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... ulging. A voice inside him wanted to say "I like you too," but reason told him he wasn’t qualified to say such things.
Self-doubt surged over him like a tide, extinguishing his fiery impulse.
He seemed to see himself: a rough guy from the village, a murderer at twelve, an idler, a hot-tempered village bully—there hadn’t been a good word spoken about him over the years.
And she was so wonderful!
Just standing here, she seemed like a celestial maiden, perfect as if ...
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