Sister, Sister
"In love."
"You have a problem with love?" He challenges.
"I have tons," I admit.
"I'm surprised," he chuckles, "thought you were on love's side."
"I can't be on the side of delusion," I tell him seriously, wagging my spoon at him.
His lips quaver like he is holding back a laugh. He scoops a small spoonful of ice cream and licks it off his spoon then finally he says, "why do you think so?"
"Because," I begin, "love is a myth. It simply doesn't exist."
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