i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ He thought wise because for a brief moment there, she thought he was going to bring it up and she would have to bring up her fists in retaliation. Jerking a hand back to look at her fists intently to avoid eye contact with her "partner", she thinks and she thinks. ]
I'm no genius, but you're no liar either. That means I have to be the one to... [ Grumbling the rest under her breath. He might be able to pick up a few choice words about how she's always selfish if he's listening intently though. ]
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I'm no genius, but you're no liar either. That means I have to be the one to... [ Grumbling the rest under her breath. He might be able to pick up a few choice words about how she's always selfish if he's listening intently though. ]