There’s a little bit of truth in every lie. Which should come as no surprise – all these ideas should start off somewhere, no? And we’re all sort of a collection of bits and pieces from the world around us. People we know. That song we heard. The way the wind hustled through the hedge as you walked out to your car this morning. And all these tiny, tiny fragments of the world in which we find ourselves living kind of define our living. So lies, even those things which are the monument of falsehood, have to be based on something. Something of truth and substance. Because to have a lie without that is merely wanton and incomprehensible fantasy fiction.
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Only gibberish speak could be a true lie. I cannot disagree with this.
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