Lies Require Commitment.

Beatrice," She Says. "beatrice, We Have To Run." She Pulls My Arm Across Her Shoulders And Hauls Me To My Feet. She Is Dressed Like My Mother And She Looks Like My Mother, But She Is Holding A Gun, And The Determined Look In Her Eyes Is Unfamiliar To Me.

Lies Require Commitment.

She Is Well Practiced In The Art Of Losing Herself.

Ser Sincero En Todo Momento Debe Requerir Valor. Yo No Sabría Hacerlo.

Some Things Are Hard To Let Go Of.