Sierra Mist

Sierra Mist

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When is a lie, not a lie? An age-old question. Plenty of people say that a white lie is no lie at all, or; as some people say, that knowingly telling something untrue is a lie, no matter what the intention behind it is. This is the question that my soul asks as I look back at that day. When the truth became a lie, and the lie became the truth.
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#1 Mystery | #1 Thriller | #1 Young Adult Have you ever known someone more than you know yourself? Known them so inside out that you could finish their sentences and know what they're thinking, just with a glance? That was Casey and I. We were the ultimate best friends. We knew more than we should about each other. I was hopelessly and undeniably in love with him. I still remember the day perfectly. I wish I could say there was something to hint that it was coming. There was nothing. I thought I knew everything about him. Apparently not. He killed himself and a part of me died along with him. He was dead, and so was I. Or, so I thought. ** Cover by Reachingformorex ** © 2017 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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