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She could tell I was faking it.
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Savouring words was a joy to him. Illiterate for many years; he learnt to read and write late in life. His appreciati...
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She could tell I was faking it. My smile felt wrong, though no one else knew. She knew. A glance at the priest standi...
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She could tell I was faking it. They all could. They'd have to have known I wasn't "fine". I mean, come on. It's not ...
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