The eyes of Tammy Faye.
Essential to the creation of Faye the eyes are solidified in a moment. Somewhere between the terror of death and the embrace of her messiah, they glimmer with the unknown excitement normally seen in a child.
False and beyond that of even human, I (for some reason) believe everything see has to say. Perhaps it is in the obvious fact that she is not real. I know that she has nothing else to lie about.
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