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The Truth About Lying
When Claire spoke again, her voice had changed. Softer, but not kinder.
“Are you finally telling the truth, or is this just another performance?”
Henry looked at his reflection in the coffee shop window.
The man staring back looked older than he had that morning.
“I’m telling the truth.”
“Then come to dinner tomorrow,” Claire said. “My place.”
“I don’t know where you live.”
“I’ll text you.”
She hung up.
Henry sat on the bench for another hour and watched the city lie.
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“We should do this again sometime.”
“Your call is important to us.”
“No one could have predicted this.”
The little lies kept everything moving.
The big ones got people killed.
Somewhere between those thoughts, an idea began to form.
Not a clean idea. Not a good one. Not yet. A desperate one.
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