She stretched and languorously reached out for the slim leather case.
"How long?" she asked, as she lit the offending cigarette.
He looked at her with contempt,
"It's seven in the morning. Must you?"
She gave him a searching look.
"Yes. The worst part of being lied to is knowing you weren't worth the truth."
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But if you continue like this you shall have to give up the title of wiseling
Very true...very true indeed.
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