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Chapter 4
“Sometimes words hit us harder than any physical blow could. They attack with a ferocity that rips through our confidence, tearing it apart. But the weapon of words doesn’t just hurt the victim. If the person wielding the words has any conscience at all, then their assault leaves them every bit as shredded as their opponent.” ~Aston “Sometimes words hit us harder than any physical blow could. They attack with a ferocity that rips through our confidence, tearing it apart. But the weapon of words doesn’t just hurt the victim. If the person wielding the words has any conscience at all, then their assault leaves them every bit as shredded as their opponent.” ~AstonThe speed at which Rory’s face shifted from anger to indifference shocked Aston. What the hell is wrong with me? The conversation
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