“Danny, why did you lie to us?” she asks. She doesn’t sound mad, and she doesn’t sound curious. She sounds like she already knows the answer and wants me to confirm it. My whole body tightens. “What? I didn’t lie—” “This body was born in 1979, but I am the sum of my mother and all my mother’s mothers; my years number nine and twelve hundred. I have heard every lie tongues can speak. Scant few can deceive me, and you are not among them. You were not practicing flying. Yet you were there. Why were you there, and why did you not tell us of it?” “I was just, you know, going for a fly,” I hear
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