SHEEP

How the sheep among wolves function in society

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"Get the f*** out of my face, bro. Listen, if I cared about my future, I wouldn't be here right now."

"So why are you?"

Her eyes unfocus, and something tight gets stuck in her throat. Her fingers start to shake. Hands grip her chin and pull her head up. At some point, she doesn't know when, her eyes had fallen to her shoes. The boy in front of her stares her down, his eyes unmoving, just observing her softly. "Why are you here then?" he asks, "Standing here. In front of me. Looking at me."

"I-" Yet she can't form any words.

"Cause your a** isn't tryna die." His other hand, still holding the fortune teller, takes hold of her own, his thumb caressing her knuckle. "You're p***y, bro. So choose a f***** color."

She chooses red.