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GET OUT.  

°Get used to it° I thought.  °You're a journalist°  

But I was being extradictèd via the British Embassy after destroying my identity, only to take up this new one that I now lie to you by.  If only I could tell you the whole truth about the intelligence that I acquirèd on the streets of Paris in the first week of my convalescence.  

The truth was the one that could be false.  The truth, the truth, and the truth.  The half-truth and nothing but the lie.  The truth is: I'm a liar.  

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