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Lorenzo's hand, reaching out to help, froze in mid-air. For a moment, time itself seemed to stop. He didn't move for a long, long time.
I didn't want him to think this was just an emotional outburst, so I tried to keep my voice calm.
"You can see for yourself. It's not that I can't tolerate them. It's that they can't tolerate me."
It was as if Lorenzo finally processed what I had said. He knew I wasn't just angry, that this wasn't a joke.
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