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“I was the same, but I no longer have the time to tiptoe around my ethics. I can end this tonight and I mean to, so don't measure me by how tightly I cling to my goodness, measure me by what I'm willing to sacrifice that you might cling to yours.”

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Book:The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
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