lies all liesAs a younger teenager I liked to play with petrol in the house. I would burn small amounts in a small genie lamp. One day I spilt a bit of petrol, then carried on. However this time when I lit it a small area of the carpet set alight. I paniked and spent 10 seconds thinking what to do. I ended up putting it out by smothering the flames with my school bag. This worked a treat, however my sister later asked why the front room smelt of petrol. I told her I had been cleaning the fireplace with a sponge that had been in white spirit, and the smell was white spirit not petrol. She brought it (my lie was after all more beleiveable than the truth) and never talked of it since. My dad didn't notice anything, not even the slightly torched area of carpet (the house was a dump as it was).
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