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.
[ Out of all that nonsense, she dives in on the one thing that upsets her the most. Predictable in a way, she's rubbing her own eyes with less need to hide her tears. ]
Stupid, if it's not money they want, then what are we supposed to give? I don't have my weapon and the only other thing I have on my person are my clothes--which I'm never going go give this up!
[ There's one other thing, but if their captor wants nothing to do with money... ]
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[ Out of all that nonsense, she dives in on the one thing that upsets her the most. Predictable in a way, she's rubbing her own eyes with less need to hide her tears. ]
Stupid, if it's not money they want, then what are we supposed to give? I don't have my weapon and the only other thing I have on my person are my clothes--which I'm never going go give this up!
[ There's one other thing, but if their captor wants nothing to do with money... ]