[Lies. Liar liar liar liar liar. Stiles's mouth opens and he snaps it shut, grinding his teeth to keep from saying anything about it. It's amazing how easy it is to catch someone lying when you've had a front row seat to the majority of their really, really bad life decisions. Absentmindedly he wonders what happened to that stupid necklace--Stiles is kind of hoping Allison burned it. Karmic retribution or something.]
It's like a screwed up version of sleeping beauty. [C'mon Stiles, you got this.]
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It's like a screwed up version of sleeping beauty. [C'mon Stiles, you got this.]