lies
Damon was a liar. He could lie about anything, anywhere, at anytime. He could lie about your grandmother coming back to life while attempting to save his own as he was close to drowning in a river with a strong current pushing him downstream. He could lie about the weather being perfect for the next three months. He could lie about the amount of fish swimming in the sea. And the problem was, everybody would believe him. He was so good at lying that even if you knew he was a liar, you would still believe him each and every time he told you a lie. Of course, he would tell you he was telling you the truth, and of course, you being the person that you are believing in the good that exists in every human heart, would believe him. And then somewhere along the way, as your plans slowly fell away because the weather wasn't perfect, or no fish were biting at the end of your fishing pole, or your grandmother was still safely dead and buried at the cemetary, you would realize that Damon was outright, the best liar in the whole wide world. And you would have no one to blame but yourself for thoroughly believing Damon's lies.
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