A few disquieting thoughts that have lingered and languished in distressed silence in mentation demand expression at the parting with a pulpit touch. Hence, this supplement.
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I don't like lying, and struggle to do it convincingly. I still manage not to tell people that I hate their baby's name or that the baby is ugly. 'Oh look at those cheeks!' Has always served me well. The parents take it as a compliment and I've not lied at all since the baby does indeed have cheeks that can be looked at.