Real story

E and I could never really remember how we actually met.  There was no one time.  I think we just sort of gradually became aware of each other as we followed our separate orbits and then gravity took over and we were friends.  I know I saw her on campus many times.  We dressed similarly and knew many of the same people.  That seems boring: there was nothing to remember.

 

Fake story

So we needed a story, which we then made up:  I was in a burning building, and E came by and rescued my cats. 

 

Takeaway

There may have been more details, but it’s even harder to remember a fake story.

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