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The Truth About Lying
"I said I would be."
"You've said a lot of things, Henry." Fair point.
The apartment was small and warm. Books everywhere. Plants on every surface. A cat immediately wound itself around his legs.
"That's Dostoevsky," Claire said. "He's an asshole, but he's honest about it."
Henry set the wine on the counter. "I didn't know you had a cat."
"There's a lot you don't know. That's what happens when you don't talk to someone for two years."
They stood in the kitchen, the silence heavy.
"Claire, I...”
"Dinner first," she interrupted. "Confessions after. I made pasta. You still eat pasta, right? Or did you go full corporate and start doing some keto bullshit?"
He smiled. "I still eat pasta."
They ate at a small table by the window. They talked about safe things: the weather, the cat, a movie she'd seen. Dancing around the real conversation like boxers in the first round.
Finally, Claire set down her fork. "Okay. Let's do this. Why did you really quit?"
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