VIII

Get it memorized… we are best friends

“Nope. Never happened. You must have the wrong person.” Smooth. So smooth. “But back to the point. Please clean up the mess you made.”

“--Nah I’m pretty sure it was you,” came your reply. “I clearly remember ya tryin’ to touch them too.” Did she think she was clever? As if. As for cleaning up whatever mess you had made--you refused. Why? Because you had no recollection of it. It WAS possible that something might have happened while you were snoozing, but whatever. Not your problem. “--I’ve been framed.”

The looking intensifies.            “Do it.”

The counter looking also intensifies. “--Aren’t ya the girl who got my tattoos confused with dirt or whatever? I forget.”

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