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Where The Truth Is

When I lie, it is auto­matic. I don’t think about it – although it is com­ing straight from my brain. My mouth opens and out it comes and I then have the chore of liv­ing with it, embell­ish­ing it (you thought the … Con­tinue read­ing

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