Evelyn is the name my sister used when she was six years old. Her name wasn’t actually Evelyn, not even close, but she told everyone it was and you had to her address as such or she would cry until her code name was said aloud, like a torturer manipulating their victim. Can you say badass? And hence we have the name Evelyn Lies, an ode to my younger sister who is much cooler than she knows. Though sadly, not as cool as me.
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I like Evelyn. She is the one who is pretty.
Looking forward to many exciting posts.
PP
Hi Evelyn, I don’t know your real name, but I do follow your brother and sister around the net. Take charge of this blog and tell the world whatever you’re going to tell it with gusto. I come from another time, but even though I am in my 70s I am way past my peers who sit around and think about their impending death. Stay young and prosper. And flash the bird to anyone who gets in your way.