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When I was Sally’s age, I used to lie . . . a lot. I’m sure it had something to do with growing up in a complicated family of world class embellishers and accidentally pulling the short straw on a weird ass mid-90s, midwestern divorce (lions and tigers and gay dads – oh my).  At first, my lies were usually just a mild stretch of the truth, but, as time went on, they started to become more and more frequent and, unfortunately, more and more ridiculous. I stopped lying cold turkey after I tried (and failed) to convince my best friend that Alex, the neighbor boy I had the craziest most massive crush on, had just:
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a) serenaded me
b) with his guitar
c) outside my window
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. . . naked.
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I mean, really.  What was I thinking?  Alex didn’t even own a guitar.
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PS – I haven’t lied like this in over 12 years.
PPSAlex is the one wearing a talking hat.