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“Your sarcasm and general assholeness are not necessary,” Apollo remarked casually. I grinned at him. “I don’t think ‘assholeness’ is a word.” “It is if I say it is.” Apollo drew in a deep breath, a sure sign his temper was reaching its knock-Seth-into-the-nearby-ocean point.”

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The Return

This book delves into the emotional journey of returning to one's past, examining the impact of change and the complexities of identity. more

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