You would have thought I was good company last night. Anybody would. There we were, two couples in a crowded restaurant carrying on like friends do. I listened, complimented Ashley on her dress, congratulated Stan on his new job, laughed in all the right places, even told some funny stories. But truth be told, nothing I said came from the heart. Instead, I surrendered to a bourgeois sense of obligation and endured a gnawing of the soul. Nearly everything I said was a lie. Except for the stroganoff, which was phenomenal. But then, I would never lie about a stroganoff.
"Classic"
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