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“Geno shrugged. Cash recognized the shrug. She herself brushed off things that were important to her. Too many dreams had been dashed. Too many hopes lost. If you didn't want something too much, it didn't hurt that much if you didn't get it.”

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Book:Sinister Graves
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Sinister Graves

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