[She tears herself away, hands balling into fists at her sides. No, she doesn't have a choice, not really - or she doesn't think she does. She has to do it now. Now.]
I'm ready! Why won't you believe me when I say I'm not ready? I'm telling you the truth! I always tell you the truth!
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I'm ready! Why won't you believe me when I say I'm not ready? I'm telling you the truth! I always tell you the truth!
[She's lying.]