( He coughs. Huh, he's finding it hard to spin these lies. That's strange: normally, lies come so easily to him. Now, he feels like he's choking, like the truth is going to claw its way out one way or another. )
False.
( Well, duh. There's no place that could be so perfect. )
no subject
Far. Near. It's...
( He coughs. Huh, he's finding it hard to spin these lies. That's strange: normally, lies come so easily to him. Now, he feels like he's choking, like the truth is going to claw its way out one way or another. )
False.
( Well, duh. There's no place that could be so perfect. )