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    ““ WHAT I AM NOT, Nicole Krauss

    My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lung, he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said

     

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    A quick guide from Mapicc and Spoke on what healing from lies looks like. Surprisingly, the answer is more lies.

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    Changed lifes transcending the game bro

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    “Finnick Odair!”

    Finnick? But my names in there three times. The crowd parts except for Malik, who’s grabbed onto my wrist and refuses to let go. Suddenly, all of Mags’s training kicks in. The Games start now. I give Malik a look before removing his hand from my wrist. I will apologize for it during goodbyes. But now I need to start advertising myself.

    I put on a cocky smile as I make my way up to the stage, waving to the cameras in the crowd. I shake Arielle’s hand, which she absolutely adores. When she asks for volunteers the crowd stays silent.

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