Emily felt forced to prevaricate just to keep up with the times. Skiing in upstate New York, torrid romances with random Euro-trash. These were the stories that made her a legend in the co-op. Her “girlfriends” were all lying too, naturally. But none could lie as well as Emily. That she was uncommonly ugly eventually drew the notice of the more competitive Lotharios of the neighborhood. The words didn’t match the music, which piqued their interest even more. Soon Emily was living out her fantasy life, outpacing even her most outlandish tales. She died of a particularly nasty venereal disease.