Ernest and Hadley are coming over tonight. We are going to play cards and swap lies and Ernest is going to let me read the first draft of a story about some killers and I said but Ernest you know I always like your stories and he said but this the best one and I count on you for an honest opinion. This puts me in a terrible position because I don't want to think about it if I don't like the story but I suppose this is what friends are for. It's an awful thing so I better not think about it. What's yours, Ernest? I don't know. What do you want to eat, Fred? I don't know what I want to eat.
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