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Dialogo Sopra- The cheating hoe

"I promise I won't try to stab you again"

Well, that's reassuring. Bitch. She tried reaching her hand out to feel my abdomen where she had plunged a good part of the six inch kitchen knife just weeks ago.

I instinctively slapped her hand away.

"Hey!" She looked hurt. She wasn't, although I hoped she was.

"Look, just get away from me. I want nothing to do with you"

"But I do" She inched closer. Damn her pretty blue eyes. They were actually a dark shade of brown, but she always made me call them blue.

"Look, if this is about the cheating, I just want you to know that you are better in bed and I was thinking of you the whole time"

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"He was so small, I could hardly feel him inside me"

"Great" There was no point talking to her. I was trying to be the bigger guy and let this die out on its own.

Silence. And I knew that the shit show would begin in 3... 2...

"You know, I'm your first love" she said in an unnaturally calm voice. "I know you love me, deep down"

Nope, just contempt.

"Talk to me!"

"What?"

"Tell me you love me"

"No"

"Why not?"

Because fucking stabbed me and fucked another guy you damn psycho!

"Because I don't"

"Yes you do"

"Nope"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes you do"

"No I don't"

"Why don't you be true to your emotions?"

Because I'm not ready to go to jail for domestic violence.

"You know, that is your problem. You never express your emotions, you always keep it pent up inside you. That is why we broke up" She looked at me straight in the eye, "because I couldn't figure you out"

Stabbing and fucking another guy. That is why we broke up.

"Look, I'm ready to look past all that and give you another chance."

And then an Apache AH-64 helicopter rose from behind her, raising up a dust storm that blinded the both of us monetarily. Looking through the dust, shielding my squinted eyes as much as I could with my hands, I could barely make out the machine gun between the landing gear reposition itself. And then, all hell broke loose.

Despite the thunderous sounds of the rotors, I could hear her scream as the 30mm bullets ripped through her with effortless ease. She didn't stand a chance. The only down side was that I couldn't see the attack helicopter use its Hell Fire missiles. That would have been fucking cool. Big explosion et al.

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