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“You don't have to tell me a damn thing, Hannah the Same Backward as Forward.' My voice is a rumble in my chest, an oath in the night. 'But whatever you want to give me, I'll take.' I'm not just talking about right now-or just about her secrets. If she needs someone to hate, let it be me. If she needs someone to listen, I will hang on her every word. If she wants to scream but can't, I will scream my own throat raw. And if all I can do for her is make it across these damn rocks to that lighthouse, then I don't care home much it hurts.”

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