If I thought that a lie would improve your opinion of me or create a connection between us, chances are that I would say it without even noticing until after the words had left my mouth. I also started to notice how paranoid I’d become, how prepared I was to lie at any given moment. When I saw Jake’s name come up on my phone, got a text from a friend, or went to check my Facebook messages, dread would automatically fill my throat, even when there wasn’t an obvious problem. What does he know? What am I going to have to explain? What is my story?
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