I laugh when people ask for the truth. Who's truth, exactly? They're all different. My truth is different from yours, the same as a serial killer's truth is different from an FBI agent's. I could say something with absolute certainty...something I am completely sure of... and you could justifiably rebuke every word I said. It would make sense if you did. So when someone asks me for the truth, yes, I do laugh at them. Maybe not out loud, or even to their face, because I don't want to be mean. But I do laugh. Because it's ridiculous what can pass for the truth.
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