I Only Have Lies For You

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Martin Luther was lying. He had no idea what she had just mumbled at him, and the more uncertain he was, the more confident his replies were. In this case, as so many times before, it mattered none.

On the other hand, Greta Haribo, his employer, the boss lady, was hotter than a hot mess. Her mental state was all kinds of wrong, which may imply her physical state was better. It wasn’t. By looking at her, one would guess she was in her late 40’s; she was 23. Bat shit crazy does things to ones appearance, especially the hair.

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