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Some nights, I told you lies that would make Satan proud. Other nights, I was more honest than a wood nymph captured. But whether I was lying to you, or telling you my darkest secrets, those confessions were indulgent for the best of reasons. You wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
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Some nights, I told you lies that would make Satan proud. Other nights, I was more honest than a wood nymph captured. But whether I was lying to you, or telling you my darkest secrets, those confessions were indulgent for the best of reasons. You wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
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