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I went out with a girl named Heather. She told me her father was a famous movie director, she had an aunt who was a famous actress, and that even her younger brother was the star of one of those kid’s shows on television. After a few dates, I finally went to her house. Turns out, none of them were what she said, but they told me she was a compulsive liar. They thought I knew about her, but I didn’t. I kept dating her though because I liked her and we eventually got married. It ended in divorce, but I don’t regret it. I have two wonderful kids who don’t ever lie from it. They’ve learned the hard way that lying is bad. -- Ned, 43