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I could tell when people weren't telling the truth. When I was eight, my dad brought home a pregnant woman, claiming she was his cousin. I shook my head and blurted out that he was her baby's father. That night, my mom and I were kicked out of the house. Before she jumped to her death, she looked at me with nothing but hatred in her eyes. She said, "You shouldn't have told the truth. You ruined my whole life." Everyone called me a freak. I turned to the brown-haired boy standing by on the street and asked if he'd take me home. He joked, "Be careful, kid. I'm a monster. I eat people." I knew he was lying. And I just smiled. "A freak and a monster? Sounds like a perfect match."