She loves being tricked.
"Who doesn't?" She thinks.
"It's perfect legit when
you trust some one."
Well,
I don't
see the point
of her purposeless
lies, unbelievably
told at the point
of a gun, but
I know it's a plastic
pistol, see-through.
And I see that it's pink
with a glimmering
fluid. I don't know
If it's flammable,
acid or booze.
So I tell her
the truth: shoot
yourself!
We
lose.
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