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If I were a mom I wouldn’t want my daughter hanging out with a psychopath like me either.
“Are you really talking to a fish right now?”
“You’re so naïve, I could pee.”
I decided I would overlook his apparent lying and actually talk about what I came here to talk about, “Alright . . . whatever. Look, I found you so that I could ask you if you wanted to help me prepare the funeral for Paul the Fifteenth.”
“I’m all ears.”
Maybe in some weird, psyched-out way, James really did care for this girl he doesn’t even know, this girl he saw for the first time three minutes ago.
What do guts have to do with anything anyways?
You know what they say, after all; when you eat dog poop, you throw up but when your mind eats dog poop it won’t because minds are incapable of throwing up . . .
She rolled her eyes, waving her wand at the fallen paper. They disappeared instantly.
“Who’re we killing?”
Putting this plan on the right course is like sending Rose’s heart on a one-way trip to heartbreak; city hall is aptly named depression and the streets are flooded with backstabbing and lies.
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