She threw me over the edge. She threw me.
Why am I still alive? That should have been more than enough of a fall — and onto a marble floor — to break every bone in my body.
Last night: the party at the Four Seasons, introductions made, a handshake held a bit too long, a look in the eye from a bit too close; subtle perfume and champagne and intimations; limo back to her mansion in the hills, looking around, assuming she was an heiress.
And then she bit me. Bit me…
Oh. I understand now. I'm not alive at all.
Highly effective response to the prompt...
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There's dead, and then there's *dead*. ;)
DeleteI like that way that went down.
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DeleteOMG, Dead man talking
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DeleteAwesome... Atleast he realized that he is dead.. Imagine, like the movie Sixth sense, if he hadn't realized he was dead :)
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DeleteI like this. You capture the dark side of glamour - both ways.
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