Dr. Arbogast had a good point: her 8th birthday probably wasn't anything like she was remembering it. Well shit, thought Natalya. If I made that up, what the hell else was a total lie?
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"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Lies They'll Tell You About Me.
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