Fiction | February 11, 2020

Who do you trust? Who tells you the truth? You trust your mechanic but you keep the receipts. You trust your mother, but you cut the cards. Maybe you trust your dog: she sometimes annoys but has yet to betray you. Poe said, “Believe nothing you hear and only one half that which you see.” He was right. A bit optimistic. Do you even trust yourself? In all situations?

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