The cut in Nick's arm was starting to throb dully with the pressure he was putting on it. He kept looking at Alan. 'How many times have you lied to me?' he asked in a soft voice.

Alan replied, equally softly, 'I've lost count.

Author: Sarah Rees Brennan

The cut in Nick's arm was starting to throb dully with the pressure he was putting on it. He kept looking at Alan. 'How many times have you lied to me?' he asked in a soft voice.<br /><br />Alan replied, equally softly, 'I've lost count. - Sarah Rees Brennan




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