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Lesson of Lies

College is not the time to attempt learning anything in.

class. Sitting on the deserted hill watching the sun set, I think

of what I have learned here. The classes designed to educate

me are soon forgotten. It was an intriguing Italian man who

taught me the most valuable lessons. .

His mysterious eyes, enticing smile, muscular body, hIS

very essence captivated me. He haunted my dreams ~nd .

domin- ated my thoughts. I tried to suppress my fascinauon

with him, but his touch, his kiss, merely a look from him

could abolish all my caution. He easily gained my trust.

When I left his bed in the morning I believed in him
completel y.

In his cluttered room one evening, he softly, almost .
guiltily, said, "I can't get Lori off my mind." Thoughts of hIS
promises, his lies, flooded my mind as the world grew cloudy

with anger and confusion. I drank, unable to think of .hIS
perfect, pretty ex-girlfriend resuming her place in his life.

!houghts of his face, his caress, everything about him.
intruded my mind at all hours. His voice was in the wind, the
stars, the night. I skipped classes, abused drugs, hated him
and loved him. Despite the pain, he still controlled my
desires.

He came back to me. It didn't matter to me if he returned
only because Lori dumped him. He said he wanted me and that
was enough. I was happy to touch and hold him. I again spent
nights in his bed, contentedly lying in his arms.

He then went back to Lori again. This time he taught me
more than all the classes in my life. I now think that he
wanted Lori all along, and that he exploited my faith when
Lori wasn't

available. He taught me to beware of a man's convenient lies.
He taught me to recognize the beguiling smile that disguises
the perfidious nature of a man who plays lover and
mampulator equally well. He inspired me to poetry:

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