He pats my arm. “I got to get to my maze. I’ll have fun with your prey, but I won’t hurt her. However,” and in his worst Irish accent, he says, “she better not touch me pot-o-gold, or else!” I truly don’t know if I can stand any stiller. My face is frozen in a state of absolute distain. He did not just say that to me. “I’m going to erase that from my memory. Never say that dumb shit again.
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