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Chapter Fifty Nine | One In A Million

Author: Barbara Rose
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2024-02-24 08:17:18

Empathy.

It was something many people claimed to have, though often failed to use.

They would call themselves empaths. Walking around with a kind smile and doing little deeds that would allow them to claim the title of being a good person, and they would wear it like a crown. Acting as though they were special- royalty as they stalked the streets and played to the fragile reputation they had built themselves, crafting their kindness out of glass and carrying it carefully as they strolled with f
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