“Heroes didn’t leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn’t wear boots or capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else’s. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”
| — | Second Glance, Jodi Picoult |
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