I lie, you lie, we all lie, according to experts. When I was eight years old, I told everyone the new mud flap with the rhinestone on my Schwinn was the prize for winning the biking competition at the Knights of Columbus. I was humiliated when the fact checkers in my neighborhood found out I'd only collected the consolation prize for slow-riding. Chastened, I stuck close to reality until I was trying to account for some dead spots between college and law school, and law school and life. Rather than admit to traveling aimlessly around Europe, I put down that I...
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