Pushing Buttons

"All people are liars," He corrected. Cold, unapologetic, and without hesitation, he relented, "Whether consciously or unconsciously, to the world or to themselves, no one ever says what they really want to say."

Her lips curled inwards, pressed into a taut line. With a hum she looked to the floor, rolling back on her heels. "I see. So which are you then?"

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