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…And then, too, I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself…

|n|otabilia 471 ⁂ Tana French ⁂ from _In the Woods_ ⁂ ktxc.to/nbts

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