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| Blake |
but at what point do you stop lying? I wonder if you even know your lies. I'm getting so that I can recognise them in advance, but you seem to reneg without blinking; you contradict without transition; you break promises like give no resistance. I'm sick of it. Stop lying to me. I can't bear it. |
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