The Tell

I know you’re lying to me. You’re a terrible liar.

I’d call you out, but I know exactly what you’re lying about.

I don’t want to know.

Lie to me.

Keep lying.

Get better at lying.

When I find out I’m right, I’m going to die. I won’t tell you I knew all along, like I always knew all along. I will just die. The world is too short for “I told you so” and my silence made me complicit in the lie. I let you do this to me.

I wish you weren’t such a terrible liar.

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