“He was lying!” said Garth. He reached into his burlap sack, dug around for a few moments, and then triumphantly pulled out the old book. “There’s nothing in here about dark eyes. Or bats! Or any of it!” “Then why did you bother that poor man?” “To see if he was lying! Remember that time you told me that everyone’s always lying?” I nodded. In truth, I had no memory of saying that, but it certainly sounded like me.
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