I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a wh — Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
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I didn't come up with the lie. It wasn't mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a while.

— Kenneth Logan, True Letters from a Fictional Life
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