He
told her that there is always a truth in every fiction. Always. There is no fiction
that solely lies. Fiction, is always about a truth in disguise. He told her if
she found the truth, there would be a soul to be discovered. A heart to be
understood. She looked at him and smiled and wondered how many of ‘them’ she
could found. How many of ‘she’, she
could uncovered. How much love that he already wrote.
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