The bribe had been offered in the only passionate way that could be understood.
She held back and sat with hands on her lap in a ancient maternal pose that proclaimed her ambivalence.
The duality of existence was projected on her frontal lobe in neon colors with hot chili sauce.
This was the turning point and either way, her life would never be the same.
The world kept spinning and gravity churned.
She was almost there.
Have a fair Friday!
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