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"Tell me no, " he says, but I don't.
There's a gunshot wound and someone else's home.
"You should go, " he says, but I don't.
There's middle ground and bumming smokes.
"How do you know?" he says and I don't.
"Trust me," I beseech, because I don't, but he will.
There's designer drugs and an eternal maze, a room full of mirrors and a carnal chase, one second, two, and it stops.
Arthur's face grows sullen and his eyes go dark, I promise him lies, but he loves it, I know. "Do you love me?" He's biting his cheek.
"I don't."