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good, Olivia It's spreading, raging through me I can

alh my bones," she said with

another s

"Daddy never said"

"Don't pretend you didn't knoasn't getting

better, Olivia You're not good at telling little white

lies because you can't tolerate any falseness or

dishonesty, no matter what the purpose The ends

never justify the hter I am not

silly enough to go toHe can

tolerate any dishonesty either This is- a day I've

dreamed about, a day I've dreaded, and not because

it's a day when I have to face my own demise It's a

day when all ets swept out the

door, when the winds of truth coh