isn't lying supposed to
make you feel bad
or something,
tear at you like claws
or guilt?
you know, when it's not
to dry a loved one's tears
or keeps those special
gift-wrapped secrets?
or is that just what grownups
tell you so
you'll stay in line and
they won't have to figure out themselves
if it was you who ate that last bag of
Cheetos
before dinner?
6.22.2010
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I knew it was you. I ate the last of the chocolate chips through a little hole in the back of the bag that my little sisters and I tore so mom (your grandma) wouldn't realize they were disappearing. We were sad, though, because then she couldn't make those delicious, warm Toll House cookies....
HAHAHA that is awesome. And you only knew it was me cuz I was the fatkid until Ian came along.
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