I once went to a boy’s house on my street and I lied to my mum that I was going to the bank. She asked me which bank I was going to and I told her. I kept on updating her with issues I had at the bank while at the boy’s house. When I finally got home, she told me she spent the whole day at that same bank listening to my lies. I received the beating of my life that day. The boy is getting married this weekend.

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