His Secret, Her Salvation

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screamed that I didn' t belong, and

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e unemployed junior marketing assistant he' d unjustly fir

n the way to a soup kitchen, openly lau

er I once thought I connected with, surfaced, her pity a

had n

bless loser,

I owned the very building they wer

r mocking, each jab a remind

foundation, and I knew the truth was about t

est person in the room is th