Catch, he says. And I look up just as he throws me a peanut butter cup.

We’d once agreed that the problem with peanut butter cups was that once you got a taste, it’s hard to stop.

I asked him if he we was eating one.

Nope, he said.

Of course not.

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What if he gives it back? Well, I guess I have to respect that. There is nowhere to go but forward. Truth is truth, matter who knows it.

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Where did I write that?

When the truth can no longer hurt us, all will be revealed.

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