[ WP ] You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar 's body . The bigger the lie , the deeper and larger the mark . One day , you meet someone that only has one scar ; it is the biggest one you have ever seen .

As I stood there, he looked at me with longing in his eyes. He had been living on this earth for longer than anyone I knew. 
 
 `` Can you hear me?'' I asked him. 
 
 `` Yes, loud and clear.'' 
 
 `` Have you ever lied in your life?'' 
 
 `` Only once. And it was the worst lie I've ever told anyone. The biggest, far bigger than any lie that you could think of.'' 
 
 `` Hold on, you're telling me you've only ever lied once in your life? Not even little white lies like'yeah that outfit looks fine'?'' 
 
 `` No. And it upsets me to remember that day.'' He gets a far away look in his eyes. 
 
... 
 
 He's back in the White House. 
 
 `` Mr. President, it has been carried out as you ordered.'' 
 
 `` Good. Now leave and never talk about this.'' 
 
... 
 
 `` What do you know about 9/11?'' 
 
 `` Well, AL Qaeda attacked the twin towers by hijacking a few planes.'' 
 
 `` Do you know if anyone inside the United States government, perhaps the President, was involved in planning or carrying out the attacks?'' 
 
 `` If you're asking whether 9/11 was an inside job, no, it was not.'' 
 
 Suddenly he fell out of his chair, his screams filling the room. 
 
 He ripped off his shirt as a massive scar finished appearing. 

