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"And I am expected to believe you both." "It doesn't matter to either one of us a bloody damn what you believe. You wanted to know. We just told you. if you can't believe us, then at least kindly shut up so we can move on...." "Can I see your passpsorts again, please?" "Oh, all right", Stella barks while digging the six documents out of her handbag and slamming them in front of Lawrence. He examines each one, carefully, each time looking carefully at Stella's face, then back to the photos covering nine decades. He pauses, tears the lid off his takeout coffee and takes a careful, calculated sip of the scalding hot beverage, then he looks again at the passports, examining each one with what appears to be a professional eye. "I'm a photographer", he says. "I trained at Emily Carr, before getting my social work degree. I know how to identify fakes and counterfeits." Then he looks directly at her. "Not one of these photos is faked. It is the same image of the same person, someone who has not aged one single year in almost a century. How am I to explain this. How am I to understand it." "Perhaps by accepting that we are not lying", she replies...