He’s lying to you, why can’t you see it, people can’t read between the lines these days, not even when the lines are miles apart and its all written in red, his gestures are always stiff and infrequent, he’s always touching his face, his throat, covering his mouth every time you ask a question, “so where were you?”, “why didn't you pick up?”, and the answers are so vague and shoddy, but you still buy it anyways, he’s always sweating more and more, breathing heavier like you’re getting closer to the real goings on, shuffling around objects like they don’t want to be there, and acting so awkward like someone being told off by a teacher, I could try to help you by pointing out the lies, I could change the subject abruptly and I can guarantee he would go along with whatever I chose, be it even the colour of your new shoes, which he wouldn’t care about in the slightest, but would still go along with the conversation flip, and even when I make it aware to you that he is clearly covering up something, you’re still acting like a blind moron, and your radar is clearly switched off.
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