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Honesty.
The word that had been attached to the key he was handed filled Oliver with somthing that felt a hell of a lot like guilt. He couldn't say he was overly familiar with the concept, and more than a few people would agree that he wasn't the most honest of individuals. His dishonestty wasn't usually malicious, it was self preservation, but did that really make it any better?
These were the thoughts swirling through his mind as he sat in one of the armchairs of the suite, mindlessly watching condensation as it beaded along the glass of the champagne bottle, waiting to see who valued the quality he definitely didn't possess so much that they would write it down.
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