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And I can't even with this movie. I mean, honestly.

Love You More


"By the way, I think I kind of . . . ate your boob. I'm sorry."

Mollie May Mack, braids tied back and the rest of her trussed up to an IV, a heart monitor, and whatever else the hospital staff deemed necessary to revive a kidnapped, partially cannibalized tough young pansexual such as herself, took a well-deserved moment to absorb this new and formidable information.

"What?"

To be fair, it was a challenge in and of itself just to attempt to think through the high octane painkillers.

Noa, one bed over, having begged desperately not to be isolated again and scoring the bed next to her friend as a reward for her efforts, tried for a smile and almost got there.

"I convinced him I was curious about people cuisine. It was the only way to get close to him and figure out a way to not, you know, like, die."

The woman with the dismembered left breast tissue wrapped tight and healing from the rigors of her escape efforts, more of a workout than any boxing class ever imagined being, responded as only she could.

"Well, I hope I tasted fucking delicious."

Noa smiled wanly at the ceiling, gave the only answer she knew her friend would accept.

"You tasted fucking divine."

Which was also true.

Though she wasn't sure she would ever be able to share that little, well, morsel with anyone for the rest of her life.

And Mollie lobbed it right back.

"Well, don't be getting any ideas. One tit's all you're gettin'. Without some serious commitment first anyway."

And the two whistlers-through-the graveyard huffed humorless exhalations.

It was really all they had the strength for anyway.

Companionable quiet descended and in it, Noa gracelessly slurped a three cent sliver of green jiggly goo from the plastic hospital cup into her mouth.

Mollie noticed.

"What're you eating?"

Noa took a moment to contemplate.

It wasn't a thirty thousand dollar serving of spaghetti and human meatballs, if that was the bar.

'Vegan jello."

But at least she wasn't saving the breast for last.

"I think I'm off any and all meat products for the foreseeable future."

Mollie seemed to approve.

"Good to know. Tofu and mung beans it is."

'Well, I wouldn't go that far."

And then, just because it was safe enough to, Mollie Miss Left Breast, mashed the morphine button in her hand.

"I love you."

While Noa Miss Dick-Off . . .

"Love you more."

. . . found she couldn't bear . . .

"Bitch."

"Bitch."

. . . to pretend anywhere was safe enough to.

Ever again.


Yeah, so, yeah.

I mean, have you seen the movie?

'Cause you haven't, this is a crap load of spoilers.

And if it's not, well, I mean, have you seen the movie?!

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