And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth? — Lois McMaster Bujold
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And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth?

— Lois McMaster Bujold
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