Louise P

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we’ve lied to each other plenty. We pretended to be fine, pretended the possibility of being fine into existence. And when pretending seemed like it might be too hard, we just didn’t ask each other the questions that would require it. We smiled and forced laughter and rolled our eyes at the Folk, as though we weren’t afraid, when we were both scared all the time. And if there were hairline cracks in all that pretending, we pretended those away, too.
The Lost Sisters (The Folk of the Air, #1.5)
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