Nervousness took over him, he lost his speech, his heart stopped beating for a split second, sweat trails made their way to his chin on a cold winter evening, he let out wails of cry which echoed through the cell. Nervousness changed into guilt.
He failed the polygraph miserably.

Cooking up a story is not as easy as it sounds.

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What you hide in your heart,
appears in your eyes

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If you're a liar then I'm the polygraph.

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