Leon
was getting ansty, so I asked him if he’d been getting enough sleep.
“Well… Don’t laugh, all right?”
I nodded.
“I’m… skipping the boring parts of my life.”
He sighed at my expression.
“Whenever I’m about to do something boring like sleep or
make breakfast I just… skip past it. I’m having to eat while holding a knife to
my own throat!”
“Well… Why not commit a crime? That way you’ll be under
constant danger and/or supervision, and thus not skip.”
He thought it over.
“Hell, always wanted to…” he said as he pulled his knife and
stabbed me.
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