"I do not think that I believe you," says the star - and, really, it's not so much that she thinks she's lying as she thinks that she's not telling the whole truth. "Or trust you."
The lonely cry of a night bird sounds in the trees, unexpectedly loud in the stillness, and the star watches the woman's thin fingers quietly. She makes no protest, though she isn't quite certain why.
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Date: 2007-08-09 04:20 am (UTC)The lonely cry of a night bird sounds in the trees, unexpectedly loud in the stillness, and the star watches the woman's thin fingers quietly. She makes no protest, though she isn't quite certain why.