“Truth or Dare?" she asks. I hesitate. "Truth," I say finally. "I can imagine one of your dares, and I don’t fancy running down Oxford Street naked tonight." "Truth," Alice says slowly, drawing out the vowel sound as if she’s… — Rebecca James Copy Share
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“Nadie es completamente bueno de pies a cabeza. Al menos yo no lo creo. Intentar ser bueno, o al menos intentar no ser malo,… — Rebecca James Copy Share Image
“Truth or Dare?" she asks. I hesitate. "Truth," I say finally. "I can imagine one of your dares, and I don’t fancy running down Oxford Street naked tonight." "Truth," Alice says slowly, drawing out the vowel sound as if she’s savouring the word. "Are you sure? Are you sure you can be completely honest?" "I think so. Try me." "Okay"… — Rebecca James Copy Share
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“There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace,… — Rebecca James Copy Share Image
“True. But your're sad." I sit up. "Am I?" "I don't know. Are you?" "I don't know. Are you?" He laughs. "I am if… — Rebecca James Copy Share Image
“Katherine,” he says when we finish. We’re breathing each other’s air and lying side by side, our noses almost touching. “Mick,” I say. “I… — Rebecca James Copy Share Image
