by Robert Gryfft
Reluctantly, I let her into my study.
"This is the big secret you've been keeping? There's nothing here but books and magazines."
I nodded. "I need my own space. I told you that."
Luckily, she didn't search the pile. My secret is a single leaf of paper.
All it says is who I really am.
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