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Mistaken Identity

Victoria was laser-focused, her natural-given lie detector telling her the junk I was spewing wasn’t even close to the truth. Her skeptical stare, coupled with my guilt over lying to her, finally broke me, and I told her the truth. I wanted to tell her the truth, but doing it in person was so much harder than I had anticipated.

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