He settles back, as if telling a story, though if she's expecting a long, detailed one she'll be disappointed. James Gordon is a man of few words. Passionate words. Honest words. Earnest words. Just not many of any of them.
"I lived a kind of sheltered existence, I guess, growing up. I saw the city through that filter. After my father died, and when I grew up, I saw things for what they really were. But I also didn't see any reason they couldn't be the way I'd believed them to be."
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He settles back, as if telling a story, though if she's expecting a long, detailed one she'll be disappointed. James Gordon is a man of few words. Passionate words. Honest words. Earnest words. Just not many of any of them.
"I lived a kind of sheltered existence, I guess, growing up. I saw the city through that filter. After my father died, and when I grew up, I saw things for what they really were. But I also didn't see any reason they couldn't be the way I'd believed them to be."