i dreamt you got coked up and back with your ex-girlfriend.
no one was on my side.
not that i expected you would be...
i faked a job at the fruit bin. Bandits came to get your new/old lady. She was born bad. I bless us with the usual defense, and send their bullets back. They absorb through them.-.Wow. This is bad. I give a loud native cry, hand to the mouth, o' face and all, to call back up. The bandits think 'oh shit' and surrender. I let the natives send their arrows anyway, just to prove i mean business. I thank the tribe with a breathing ritual.
You watch my face fill with air, you walk away with her.
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