EXIT. STAGE LEFT. The thought urgently popped into Geneva’s head. But the emaciated orange robed man wasn’t having it. Cursed with aggressive politeness from her Southern upbringing, she was trapped. He recognized her as a fly he’d killed in a former life. The whole incident had been a terrible accident. Would she forgive him? Geneva gave him a hard slap across his left ear. “How do you like it asshole?” she laughed.

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