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Show Inside Out, 14 I went back to my table and sat down. I needed more information. Why not play along? Me: You're dead. J: Yeah. Me: So I'm supposed to believe this. J: I know it sounds crazy J: but yes. Me: Can't you help me out a little? I mean, you could be anyone. J: Like some creepy stalker. Me: Exactly. Or someone from school. J: Do I sound like a creepy stalker? Me: No, but that could be part of the plot Me: You want me to believe you, Me: so you can mess with my brain. Me: Like that girl whose "friends8 made up a guy who Me: supposedly liked her J jumped in: I know J: and then they had him dump her and she got so depressed she killed herself. Me: Yeah. J: I read about that Me: So you can read newspapers when you're dead? (Just play the game.) J: I read that while I was still alive. J: I've only been dead for seven months. |
