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Man is a social animal. Lying is a sign of good education and good mental health. It is an art that we practice every day, we learn to improve, sharpening, as well useful for our moral balance than laughing at the jokes of our bosses to our lives.

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Following a disgusting dinner during which you have tasted a variety of dishes bland background discussion boring and you just decide to avoid relapse until death s' ensued:
- Thanks for dinner! We rebuild it soon!

Following a disastrous first rencart:
- Hi, see you soon!

After a very bad play-enemies, which the comedian is a very good friend:
- Hey, what a memory, the text is super long right? It went super fast two hours and a half! Frankly, the seats were comfortable, beautiful theater! Humm ... interesting part, really original staging is the word. Hat, nice discovery! Really! BRA VO!

A man-woman that sticks a little too much and you do not want to be close enough to discover the exact smell of his after shave or history of what led explains how unfortunate combination of circumstances it is she become as boring:
- Oh come on, I have not saw the girl over there for a thousand years! I'm going to greet her, forced-e! You forgive me? I come back later!

A colleague, classmate college psy-your-boss your-type-girl-plated badly thee that thou hast no desire to cruise in absolute terms and even less so tonight you're drunk and you're having fun just perfectly. And you've artistically and successfully avoided for hours:
- You were there from the early evening? Nooooon, really? Happened to you in 21 hours! I have not seen so many people there tonight! To your

Director customer who has a disgusting dress:
- It is nice your dress. It fits you very well.

To your co-workers going on holiday:
- I think of you!

To someone who says anything about a subject that you take to heart:
- I understand your point of view, but ...


A consultant who said anything about a subject that you pro heart:
- I hear that, but ...

To your mother tells a story about anything that you heart:
- Yes, you're right mom, I'll have you read my novel before sending it to homes editions.

A girlfriend crying drunk on his failed life:
- No, it bothers me not at all listen

At the old woman who asks you your place in the subway after a 14 hour day and very beginning of your journey when a line any place costing $ 2,000.
- But not at all lady. Sit down, please. Really, nothing.

While you say you want, but you piss me off no-con room, shut up, what do I give a shit about wasting my free time listening to the insufferable nonsense coming out of your mouth coming out of my eyes. There was a life, and if I calculate correctly, I still average only days to live 180 000 9000 in which sleep and I refuse to lose a single tiny hour watching your face simian me ranting stuff that I give a shit.

So close there, emerges out of my life, do not even speak the word and will take unnecessary time you spend your life uninteresting and stupid to rot ear of someone else.

Obviously, none of this is good for you my mommy. Nor for the girlfriend drunk. I always like to listen to my friends when they go wrong. I feel when my case is not completely desperate. But other



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Leon - Part XIV

- Vanina? Vaninaaaa? Where are you darling? sang pitched voice of Mrs. Polanski in the main staircase of the family home.
- I'm here Mom, "replied Vanina from his room, a weary voice.
- you'll join us for dinner tonight? We receive new guests. Unless you'd rather spend the evening with your ... 'friend'.
- No, that's okay. Yes, I think I'll come, it might be fun ...
- Okay. I introduced your outfit in your wardrobe.

That evening, Vanina went down with the few minutes of delay necessary to save his entrance into the room where had taken up the guests. She wore a black dress very neatly trimmed, which showed a little more legs than her mother had predicted. She sat at the only place that was still empty in the end table next to a young man whose costume was of very costly. She looked up with that look she knew so well, mimicking both natural and some that look she wanted intriguing. She had managed its effect: he watched with intensity. They talked a bit, and the masks of seduction and excellence required by their standard of living filtrèrent their words and gestures. They spoke of what he were in life: she spoke of her literary career, the next book she had published, and he pretended to have read some of these works he obviously adored. He then spoke of his television work, the need to always be at the cutting edge, aware of every move media. They talked about market research, TV ratings, target audience.

- ... In fact if ever I was not aware of the buzz that appears surprising since few days on the Net about this "Leo," I will have to notify the prod which would have lost that stupid gold mine. With him, the audience is assured for at least three or four next series. Afterwards, we can not guarantee for the future, it is so stupid that it will surely eliminate fairly quickly, people grow weary.
- You talk about Leon? But it's me, or almost, which I started this buzz! So it was you, in the atrium? Finally, I mean, you have advised them to do what Leo wanted?
- Yes, sort of. It's fun that he sang this song finally ... Really, we are several had to be bewitched by Vanina ... "he said, looking at her intently.

She looked down, mimicking the timidity that this kind of scrutiny was supposed to provoke, and said to herself that this man may well be useful.