When I look out upon the plains and see the light turn the rain into liquid sun, blessing the earth and all its bounty, all I can think of if how this day would be perfectly fit for a fox's wedding.
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When the world is full of painful truths, why is it wrong to lie? Well, to this beautiful, young Totoma, it isn't! Lies are beautiful, powerful things. Ever since she could speak, not a single honest word has escaped her. Thinking before she speaks, she propagates the words, transforming them into phrases that, when said in just the right way, always seem to get her what she wants. The name Propaganda was given to her by her brother, and her source of juicy details, Careless Whispers, for the way she seemed to "tend her words as though they were a garden".