“So how did you and Conny meet?”
We look at each other, pausing.
“She wrote to me while I was in prison.” I say. Conny smiles and nods.
“Isn’t that sweet?”
So what’s wrong with a little white lie?
“So how did you and Conny meet?”
We look at each other, pausing.
“She wrote to me while I was in prison.” I say. Conny smiles and nods.
“Isn’t that sweet?”
So what’s wrong with a little white lie?
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