I lie.
No. That’s too weak.
I am an unapologetic prevaricator.
A dealer in duplicity.
I create people who never were
saying things that were never said
in places no one’s ever been.
I will lead you down a garden path until
the smell of treachery is unmistakable.
It’s a game.
Promise… misdirect… more promises.
The game is worth the candle.
Then the payoff.
Not what I promised?
Not what you expected?
The clues were there all along.
That’s the life of a storyteller.
I lie. I fabricate.
But I never cheat.
—Don
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