I fear you're not myself today,
dear. Pray
take deeper breath
and calm
myself, or if
you could -
your own. I trust
we shan't both
make it home.
But hell, if you
could straighten out
whoever ends up
without doubt
as to whose
pride
is placing
bets - I will
confess my guess
what's next,
and who
will end up
dressed
in which disguise,
and who'll pretend
to be
impressed.
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