#truth5

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who do you think has the best booty on the island?

At first she answers flawlessly, without a moment’s hesitation.

"Wilson."

But then she realizes what she said.

"WAIT. N-NO. UH…"

"…YOU DIDN’T HEAR THAT FROM ME, OKAY!?"

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Why are you known as the Lovesick?

"I…" her eyes glanced away. "It’s sorta a play on a couple of things. One, of course, that I am physically sick. And two…there was a boy.” Her shoulders hunched. “His name was Woodrow.”

"The fevers were bad back at the sanatorium. He was…a hallucination, or an imaginary friend or something, I don’t know. I used to think that I could talk to him through a mirror. Maxwell said that if I went through the door…I’d be where he was. And where Woodrow was, there was no sickness. I would be well. And I would have him but…well. I’m not well, and Woodrow was never real."

"…plus there’s what whole thing with Charlie but we’re not gonna get into that."

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Have you ever thought of killing another human being?

"No," Winona replied. "I would never…I…"

She closed her eyes, troubled.

"I didn’t want him to die. I promise. I just wanted him to be punished for what he did to me—how he treated me. I never meant for him to die…"