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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Jen's emotions, strong but invisible within an infallible Miran facade, raged with contempt. He'd met the man responsible for such despicable exploitation of his brother's life onboard the Aquarius. He didn't like him then.He hated him now. - Quote by Marcha A. Fox

Jen’s emotions, strong but invisible within an infallible Miran facade, raged with contempt. He’d met the man responsible for such despicable exploitation of his brother’s life onboard the Aquarius. He didn’t like him then.He hated him now.

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