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I want to remind everyone that I am in NO WAY asking you to reveal a REAL secret about yourself! Make something up! Have fun with it! Write a little FICTIONAL piece! And to all who read these pieces as they are posted: remember they are all fiction!

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I had fun with this one. But coming up with the "big secret" was hard for me! Also, letting one sentence lead to the next--well, eventually you've got to edit and shape your draft into a story, which I haven't quite done here. But hey, it's just an exercise! Here's what I ended up writing this morning:

I never told this to anyone but perhaps I should. I’ve thought about telling my therapist, but we’ve got a good relationship going and I don’t want her thinking that I’ve been lying this whole time. I haven’t been. Well, I suppose it depends on your definition of lying. If lying includes leaving out certain details, then yes, I am a liar. But I’ve never out and out said untrue things. She’s not a very good therapist anyway. I swear there have been days when she has fallen asleep while I’m talking to her. Her eyes, they actually shut. Closed. I take it as a message that she’s tired of hearing the same-old, same-old. But I haven’t got anything new to tell her, unless I tell her the thing I do not want to tell her. She likes me. I know she does. And if I tell her what I don’t want to tell her, she won’t like me anymore. Or she’ll be afraid of me. Sometimes I test her to see what she remembers of what I’ve already told her, because over the years I’ve given her pieces, bit by bit, and if she was really paying attention and not falling asleep so much, I think by now she’d be able to put two and two together. But because she likes me—I’ve made sure she likes me—she doesn’t go there. She just sits across from me with those big round eyes, nodding, and every once in a while saying something like, “I know you’re a good mother,” or “I know you’re a kind person.” Things like that that show how little she knows me though I sit here week after week, giving her hints as to who I really am. Sigh. I’ll give her a little bit longer. I mean, I’ve put so much into this already, worked so hard, laid down the cards in such an obvious fashion, told her in my own way exactly who I am. Is it my fault she doesn’t see it?

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