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I sit here still in disbelief thinking about the conversation I overheard earlier
I repeatedly ask myself did this dialogue really take place or am I the one using my imagination fabricating stories just to have something to say
No way
That’s extreme and that is out of my character
There is no way that my brain could have formulated that many stories and recited them as if they were the honest truth
I know I write poetry and short stories
But damn
You were quick on your toes with your elaborate lies
Performing
Your spoken word
Even with the interruptions
You were dead on not missing a beat
Did you stay up all night and practice you were up after I went to sleep
I am disgusted at your behavior
I don’t even know how to act around you
I have to watch the words that I say
That won’t even matter
You’ll just add your own spin
