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Hoodwinked There were worse things than the scrutiny of a dateless holiday dinner – death and sugar-free chocolate sprang to mind – but self-deception had hoodwinked Weiss one too many times. He knocked tentatively on her door. Lies and deception were Sydney’s bread and butter; but tonight’s performance required neither wig nor accent. She was pretending to be his girl. Still, he was the better actor. "I need to bring someone," he had told her, not, "I want to bring you." "I’m not a nice Jewish girl," she confessed, not realizing that he wrote the part for her. He grinned mischievously. "You’ll do."
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