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This was the sort of man she
could admire. One with whom
she could speak honestly. He
stopped laughing. They stared
into each other's eyes. He held up
his hand palm up toward her. She
placed her hand against his. He
had big hands, strong ones, hands
that knew what it was to work.
In that moment, she wanted to
believe in heroes.
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