I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.
Rachel CohnDumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
Rachel CohnWhy do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.
Rachel CohnI figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for eight or nine hours a day, and the whole time heโs surrounded by beds. And not only that, heโs surrounded by shoppers who see the beds and canโt help but think, Man, Iโd love to lie down on that bed for a second. So not only does he have to stop himself from lying down, but he has to stop everyone else from doing it, too. I knew if I were him, I would be desperate for human company.
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