"i hate you,” i spit and you laugh a short, staccato laugh, cloud of blue-gray smoke billowing from your dangerous mouth.
“no, you don’t,” you tell me.
but i do, i do.
i really do.
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Short Story"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
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"i hate you,” i spit and you laugh a short, staccato laugh, cloud of blue-gray smoke billowing from your dangerous mouth.
“no, you don’t,” you tell me.
but i do, i do.
i really do.