Your lies are fraught with bitterness, and I can smell it on you like the foulest odor. It pains me that people smile when you drop your punchline, because they do not realize what it has cost the flesh-and-blood people on whom you base your two-dimensional life. Maybe someday you'll know Truth while he hits you in the face. Your cheeks are already red, but he is invisible to you.
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