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by Bella Jay

Here she go. “You and your ideas.” She cheesed. “Me and my ideas!” she sang. “It’s simple. We each write down five questions. The questions can be about anything we want answers to. Nothing is off limits. You can make them as serious or funny as you want and there’s only,” she held up two fingers, “two rules.” “Look at you tryna be like me with the rules.” “Shut up,” she quipped before holding up her pointer finger. “There can be no more than one yes or no question. But none is better.” She held up another finger. “And reciprocation is not required. So, if I ask you ‘why are you so lame?’ you can’t require me to also answer such lies. But if I wanted to, I could.” Seemed simple enough. “Do we ask them all at once?” I scratched at the side of my beard. “And fuck you, by the way, ain’t nobody lame.”