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Duplicity

 


Lying is easy. I used to head out to local stores just to hear the song and dance. I remember walking around the furniture store as every employee side-eyed me for my anachronistic prescence, this strange looking woman in a baseball hat looking at furniture she clearly had no intention of buying.

The store was in a beautiful location, on par with the simple brutalism of tech.

Snow was blowing outside on that day, under grey skies. Wind nipped at my face as I explored that day, wondering how such exotic imports could find their way to my mid-continental wasteland.

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