Do you know what it’s like to be lied to? To be told something by someone you trust and believe them without question and then find out that it was completely untrue and they told it to you anyway because they knew that by the time you found out it would be too late?
T he invitation is printed in simple black ink on plain cream paper and weighs like a hundred pounds.
“What’s black and white and red all over?”
I turn slowly to Asher. “Are you sure you want to finish that joke?”
“Your face with that invitation.” He reaches over and plucks the invitation from my hands.
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