Lying to my face
Reading Life Closely
As a result of this desire to believe, novels with unreliable narrators are often misunderstood.
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Back to his place
(In)secure
Friday night found me, as it often does, at a fraternity house. The room smelled like sweat and cheap alcohol, and the floors were sticky with Keystone Light. Across the room from a table littered with empty Solo cups, the two of us swayed our hips next to each other
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