The First Conversation

We are all liars.
How do you mean, sir?

Firstly, it is what. What do you mean, get it?

Yes, sir. What do you mean, sir?

We are all liars. We make up fantasy to cope with our horrors. 

Horrors? 

Yes. We create a fantasy to blanket ourselves from the horrifying truth of reality, son.

Oh, I see.

Yes. 
And with that, the teacher went inside the living room straight toward the tree full of ornaments.

What are we doing standing by the Christmas tree, sir?

The old fellow laughed and gestured at the tree.

A Christmas tree with pears as Christmas balls

and a partridge as a star. 
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me … a partridge in a pear tree. (Or in my case, on a pear tree)   

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