( this is... better? worse? being up close wasn't ever going to diminish the intensity of rita's judgmental gaze, she knew this already, and doesn't have any desire to keep up the staring contest now they're actually communicating with words. so clarke sighs, leans forward to rest her elbows on the table, picks up a french fry and watches the thick frost of the milkshake obscure it every time she dunks. )
I ended up stuck telling the truth more often than lies last month.
( interpret that as you will (and don't actually want to) rita. )
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I ended up stuck telling the truth more often than lies last month.
( interpret that as you will (and don't actually want to) rita. )