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“It only got worse from there. That was the problem with best friends-they knew you so well, they could pick out all your worst faults. The things you hated about yourself and pretended that nobody else could see, because you couldn't have made it through each day if you truly acknowledged that everybody saw those flaws, too.”

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Book:Demon House: The Haunting of Demler Mansion
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