As I rushed out the door with my new favorite hoodie covering my face, I hoped the guilt I knew I was wearing was as invisible as my breath. I played the scenario over and over in my head, the one I would tell people if I ran into them. Making sure I had the story right. Analyzing the fake details, hoping they were close enough to the truth that people wouldn't be able to see the lie.
I got to the other side of campus, climbed up 5 flights of stairs, knocked on door 513 and there he was, the lie.
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