The Impersonator in the Mirror

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“It was good!” My girlfriend lied. “I really liked it!”

How could she keep a straight face, telling me this? She’d read my most recent piece of writing and I knew it was bad, knew she was just being nice.

I waved my hand in the air. “Eh,” I grunted. “It sucked.”

“Oh, I thought it was good,” her eyes dropped. “I’m sorry, I guess.”