These candied lies melt like chocolate on my tongue. We both have all these reasons, but I'm beginning to doubt our reasoning. Trust is like gold; it meets under fire, and I'm afraid truth burns the brightest flame. What will the spectators say when they find the games have been staged? Will they riot, or just laugh and live on? I don't know the answer, and that's the rub, the golden ticket, the turn of the screw. But you watch my back and I'll watch you. I suppose in the end that's all we can do.
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