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* pulling out the good - sized sudoku book , he carefully handed the other the journal , before sticking his hands into his worn pockets * don’t ask why i got it for you , and if dwight sees it , just say it’s yours —
excuse me ? no one is messing with my head , thank you very much . * she pushes his hand away , glaring at him * i have never once lied to the public , unlike you .
@dailyplanets
&& can we trust what YOU say ? who says you're not feeding the public lies ? who says he isn't messing with your head ? is he , lo ? * he raises a brow , poking her forehead lightly *
; so it is written
that's the thing with compulsive liars . you never can trust a thing they say . * she crosses her arms over her chest , one brow arched slightly * don't think i don't know what you're up to .