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March 2, 2007
Sally knew I was lying.

I felt sick.

Clinging to a hope that she wasn't sure that I lied, I maintained the charade.

I couldn't maintain eye contact.
I fidgeted.
I added too many details.
My mouth went dry.

I wanted to go back to life before the lie.

I hadn't needed the lie in the first place.

It was an innocent, chance encounter.

"I haven't seen Bridgit in years," I blurted.

I could have so easily said, "Yeah, I just ran into her at Borders. She was holding a book signing. We had a drink afterward. It was forgettable."