Mr Fiction
The young nun looks at me expectantly, and I give her a nod, telling her that it is okay.
“So, tell me, my child, what brings you here?” asks Sister Margareth after two hugs.
I was not prepared for this, but if she really thinks I am Juliet, then maybe I should pretend to be Juliet. “I lost my memory,” I lie. “I had an accident, and I can not remember who I am or how my life has been. I wonder if you could help enlighten me.” The thing about lying, once it was out, there was no stopping it.
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