What's worse than finding out you've been lied to - tricked?
She knew she wasn't the first shy girl conned beneath a scintillant moon. Why do boys lie so - inveigling fabrications - hoping to impress? Why interlace fibs, when, from first sight, she had longed for his carnal lips? Now doubts danced - as if evil spirits were called and asked to watch, and gloat. "I can't talk to you again," she said, "after all - you’re a stranger." She doubted he cared - she doubted everything, like she had a soiled heart.
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