continued to fiddle with  some of the  
other settings.                        
     “If you’re gonna get that worked  
up about it, you can add stuff at the  
end.”                                  
     “But what about your lies? Do I   
also get to fix those, or maybe, if you
want, I could spice it up a whole lot  
and make it even more unbelievable.”   
     “Spice it up? No, and no, you     
don’t get to fix my... ARRRGH!! You can
add stuff at the end, and that’s it!” I
tried to pretend I was mad, but that   
fucking crooked smile of yours.        
     “Damn it, Beth! Stop it!”         
     “Ok, that still might be fun,” she
said, and even stopped smiling.        
     “You know, Crim. I’m kinda begin- 
ning to like this context thing of     
yours. I can’t wait to read it and add 
* my own.”                                 
     “When I’m done.”                  
     “If you say so,” she said, and I  
could almost see the gears turning in  
her head. She’s cooking something up.  
     “Oh yeah, I’ve got something cook-
ing, all right. Dr. Zinger and I are   
gonna straighten your ass out, and you 
can take that to the bank, buster.”    
     “That  reminds  me.  How’s  dinner
coming along?”                         
     “Darryl’s doing  an awesome job.  
Can’t you smell it?” she said, sniffed 
the air, and then looked back at me.   
     “And, don’t think you’re gonna    
change the subject that easily.”       
     “What subject?”                   
     She gave me her serious look.     
     “Are you really gonna lie about   
things in this Journal of yours, be-   
cause then, what’s the point? I mean,  
why see a shrink,  if you’re just going
to lie to her about everything? I’m    
sorry, but I don’t see how that helps.”



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