Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
He wiped his lips with his napkin, dropped it crumpled on the table, and spoke casually: “You are a liar.” She got up and stood at the end of the table, looking down at him with dark abashed eyes in a pinkening face. “I am a liar,” she said. “I have always been a liar.” “Don’t brag about it. It’s childish.”
