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“So you don’t have enough guts to face everyone? Is that it?”
Anger slips in like a slow poisoned knife, and Dick does his best to not let it fall onto his voice. But his words are a soldier’s blade and they make themselves known.
“No.”
“Then?” Oliver prompts, low and close to patronizing.
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