He lied.
He lied every day until you believed it.
He told you everything you wanted to hear, every day, until you believed it.
He lied for the greater good.
He did, eh?
Labels: Palindrome Project
posted by liz @ 6:49 PM
Nothin to see here, move along...
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Your technique is magnificent. When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound.
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