Some stories are written before the first keystroke, as if the ending or a foregone conclusion.

That's particularly true of those stories in which a man or woman attempts to live a double life.

Cheating business partners, for example, deceiving old friends, lying to lovers.

I was shocked.

It was nothing there to make you doubt their love and where they were headed.

The beginnings of stories like that are as easy as sliding between satin sheets.

That's when those lies of omission are tiny ones,

when dishonest acts can go unnoticed.

I cannot tolerate a liar.

I don't lie for my children.

I don't lie to my children.

And the endings to those stories?

You won't be shocked when I tell you.

They usually don't end well.

There's some people in this world, you go, okay, well, they got themselves in a mess.

We watch this kind of stuff on TV all the time.

That's when secrets can be revealed in a pyrotechnic display of guilt and public humiliation.

The shame it was there for everyone to see.

Everyone to see.

The main thing is I wanted my friend to be there and for us to continue living life.

So no matter what the circumstances were, the main point is that need us no longer with us. This is a story about a promising young life, one cut much too short, in part due to the actions of someone they loved.

The decisions we make, make us, I mean, it's just sad.

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