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Compulsive Liar The fox won't let me tell you the truth. He is glinting at meCompulsive Liar by ~Anatopist
from orange eyes again. 'Don't tell them. Pretend. Imagine, like
you did when you were younger. It's all a big game.' The dog has
his ears pricked forward and is chasing his tail next to my left
foot.
I don't think he doubts me.
The fox wants me to open up a conveyor belt leading straight
from my mouth into peoples' ears. He's made his own production
line for me: a thousand identities, two eye-colours, alternate
beauty marks, three accents and a past straight out of Shakespeare's
quill. He wants me to flick my tongue and weave
an odyssey, spin on the spot and become a b