Lying to yourself cheerfully and idiotically, like a toddler claiming not to be doing something they’re doing in full view of both parents: “I’m not picking at my skin.”
Deepening the lie, just as you deepen the furrows of scratched-away skin: “Sure is a good thing I stopped picking at my skin five or twenty minutes ago.”
The sort of humming, mindless s…
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