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Wedding banquet. The bouquet flies through the air. Everyone has already loosened their ties. A grandpa sits aside. Comes a young man. Both of them are alone. The kids have their contests. The grandpa and the young man discuss fishing. The pig roast is ready. Lie has short legs and it casts a shadow of embarrassment. Shared dirt serves as a bridge to a renewal of a friendship. A lie is not a murder and besides, truth is just as subjective as is the favorite part of the pig roast. (FamuFest)