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My Worst Best Friend, by Dyan Sheldon
"You forgot one." I was still standing. "Did I lie?"
Savanna bit into a brownie. "You didn't lie, Gray. You just edited the truth a little. Really a little. Because the point is that I was in the house most of the night. But not, like, all of it."
Words are funny. They are important, but not as important as what they describe. You know, like in a war when civilians are being bombed into oblivion and the army calls it "collateral damage." You could call it chicken soup, but it would still be killing innocent people. Editing the truth ... fictionalizing ... omitting a couple of tiny facts ... It didn't matter what you called it. It was still lying.