She claimed to know the truth about herself, but she did not. I did not either, but I wanted more than anything to. Why aren't a thousand half-truths worth one? What about a thousand half-brave faces I know she carries? Add a little charisma, and I'd know the answers.
There are faint freckles around her nose, but you'd never notice without getting really close, but I could never see them.
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