So that’s how we’re gonna play this?
Tennis to hardball?
No in between?
Did you know?
Did you have any idea what I do?
How it was done? Who it affected?
Granted, I’m sure it’s so
and beneath you
compared to your massive
I feel obligated to inform you.
after all, my reputation precedes me.
and I’m still doing you a favor,
even though I can’t hide the hurt
your words have caused
Even though I’ll hide the truth
of the depth of this scar.
I’ll manage. You’ll manage.
Haven’t we always?
Because, you see,
You owe me.
Now let’s try this again.
Don’t be insulting.
I’d hate to have to get—serious.
(c) Sara Harricharan