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Truth is irrelevant. What is relevant is whether or not they believe it. The logic in the words grated. The first rule of scoundrels?

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Sarah MacLean
Age: 45
Born: 1978
Born: December 17
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Lincoln
Rhode Island
Logic
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Firsts
Scoundrels
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