Not this again. Surely he can’t be so intentionally dense that he thinks he’ll convince me to see things his way. Yes, I’ve been a bit of a liar. But all that is out in the open now. There’s not much I can say to make him believe I won’t run again, and rightfully so. “How about, instead of doing that, you go find a dead horse to beat?” He’s silent for several moments too long. “I am assuming that is some kind of metaphor, because the alternative seems out of character for you.”
