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You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

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Rick Yancey
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: November 4
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Miami
Florida
Richard Yancey
William James Henry
Will Henry
Forget
Force
Bury
Littles
Doubts
Little
Buried
Trying
Boxes
Deep
Trust
Doubt

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