Edward Hopper Railroad Sunset painting

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Lying won’t get you anything but misery.Yeah, yeah, yeah.The sole proof of his tale was the crumpled photograph of the pretty lady with him to turn into a cat, or had given him a two-headed toad that spoke English out of one head and French out of the other, and sang Britney Spears tunes out of its butt, that would have been proof.The photo amounted to nothing. Just a crumpled picture. Nothing more than a portrait of a pretty lady with a great smile, a stranger.If Fric reported what had happened in the attic, Mr. Truman would think that he’d been smoking weed. He would lose whatever credibility he currently had.Without knocking, he turned away from the door.In this battle, he stood alone. Standing alone was nothing new, but it sure was getting tiresomethe gentle smile, which had been thrust into his hands by the man in the mirror.He stared at the door to Mr. Truman’s apartment.He looked at the photograph.The photograph didn’t prove anything. He could have gotten it from anyone, from anywhere.[294] If the man in the mirror had given him a magic ring that allowed