Why do you say vague things if you don't want to be asked about them?
Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.
The gun goes off. I fall.
My first instinct is to push you until you break just to see how hard I have to press.