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She told plenty of half truths these days. “You’ll be fine. I’m all right mum, really. You look good in that outfit.” We all fib just a bit to get through the day. Those kinds of little fibs don’t count, right?
Only the fibs made everything else easier. After practicing with them she found the lies just rolled off her tongue. “The nightmares were almost gone. She didn’t miss it.”
She became so adept that even the true deceptions flowed freely. “I chose Tom. I love Tom. We will be happy together.” In the end, she almost believed them herself.