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It was 5 o'clock in the morning and the elderly man with the cake shifted nervously back and forth recounting his days as a ballerina his face was aglow he was a liar to himself and easily embarrassed.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
The Liar
It was 5 o'clock in the morning and the elderly man with the cake shifted nervously back and forth recounting his days as a ballerina his face was aglow he was a liar to himself and easily embarrassed.
gordon-fussey
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
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