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Don't lie to me, darling, he says. She glares at him, defiance clear in her eyes. I'm NOT lying, she retorts. He raises an eyebrow. Leaning casually against the doorframe, he looks deceivingly calm. Tell me then, he says, I'm curious. What's your definition of lying?

 

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