“So why didn’t you go through with it?” “Because I promised you I wouldn’t. Can we negotiate this promise?” Why does it make me feel good that even after all this time, even after he put a fucking man in his trunk… he’s chosen to protect that promise to me? “What if I lightly kill him?” he asks. “You can’t lightly kill someone.” “Sure you can. Like… I’m going to lightly stab him… oh shit… oh no… he’s stopped breathing. I will lightly try to resuscitate him. And then I will lightly guide him into this unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere.” I stare at him. He stares back. “All of that was
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