"A cold, bitter feeling of dread latched itself to my throat, as I forced yet another lie out of my mouth. I hated every word that spilled, a flurry of nonsense, lie after lie. What was this boy doing to me? And why on Earth was I letting him?"
- Gabrielle Marshal
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