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.
[ That's all she needs to hear. Already she's come to the painful decision that she should hit him really hard until he passes out. Forcing him to have to watch her bleed out is cruel, but what if she fails at her task of doing it on her own? ]
All right, you need to tell me what to do and make it quick. I only have four minutes.
[ Somehow she manages to keep her composure in saying that despite what she's asking him. ]
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All right, you need to tell me what to do and make it quick. I only have four minutes.
[ Somehow she manages to keep her composure in saying that despite what she's asking him. ]