She called me a liar.
"I'm a performer, an entertainer, a teller of stories."
"You lied"
"When you read a work of fiction, do you call the author a liar? When you watch television do you call the actors liars?"
"Ahh - ya lied" she said with some dismissive hand gesture.
"I'm just an actor in this play of life and the world is my stage" is what I tried to say with a straight face but I cracked up laughing because I was lying but it was for the sake of entertainment.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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