[Her brows knit together; she wonders what it could be, something so raw and/or sensitive that Mark can't unearth it around others. What he can't be truthful about.
There's nothing more of a shame in life than not being oneself, that's what she's always believed. That's what has always been encouraged by her family, if she must give them some kind of credit.
So, of course the follow-up question is an obvious one.]
Then why do you feel like you have to keep it to yourself? What's so detrimental about the truth?
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There's nothing more of a shame in life than not being oneself, that's what she's always believed. That's what has always been encouraged by her family, if she must give them some kind of credit.
So, of course the follow-up question is an obvious one.]
Then why do you feel like you have to keep it to yourself? What's so detrimental about the truth?