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Perspective often changes the truth. One who portrays an event negatively might change the story to support their view, thus taking out any positive sides of the story. Another who portrays an event positively would change the story to support their views, taking out any negative sides of the story. Is it possible to have a story with only positive sides, or a story with only negative sides? No. A perfect story is impossible. The truth is always a mix of good and bad, resulting in two views clashing, insulting, and arguing for an audience to support their side. Once I had come face-to-face in an event where I wanted to find out the truth. It was a dull, grey, December evening, last year. At this time, I was painting with my watercolors on a rough cold-pressed piece of paper. I was carefully dipping my paintbrush into the colors, when a yell pierced through my ears, causing me to drop my brush onto the page, making my drawing to come to a close. Looking at the pool of orange on paper, I sulked and grieved for a few seconds, but got up and opened the door, in hopes my grieving didn’t
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She turned towards me and opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly, as if deciding that what she was going to say wasn’t correct. She started again, and told me of an event that had occurred the previous night. Brian, a cousin who was seven years older than me at the time, had sneaked out the window last night around 9 p.m., and took the car with him. I was shocked. Brian was my favorite cousin. He was incredibly nice, and had bought me some art supplies before, too. I did not believe it. I asked my mom to repeat the story again. While she repeated herself, I looked for any holes in the story, hoping all these years of playing “Ace Attorney” would pay off. Then, it hit me. How would my family had known? My family goes asleep around 9 p.m. and are heavy-sleepers. I questioned my mom on how they had

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