Vanity. Ares

speak again — I noticed Myra’s stuttering—but I
was also still thinking about the steak burrito I
had in mind, to be honest. Basically, I was only
half listening to Myra speak, as I was also still
slightly disturbed by the KFC Chicken wings.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Myra said, “Do you think you love me?”
Appeasingly, I said, "Sure." mostly due to having
experiences in the past where I came to the
conclusion that, in such circumstances, the truth
is less interesting to people than illusion, similar
to the epiphany Mr Olatende had brought into
my existence: “What you believe is always true,
regardless.” I slightly began to live by this ethos
and pathos I found unassailable, like a mantra
that sits comfortably on a day dream. “Well, I
love you but I want to tell you something Ares,”
Myra continued, verbatim, just with those words.
At that moment Beckett walked into the kitchen
with the pizza boxes and said that we could give
him money towards them, before opening a box
to uncover a pepperoni pizza on top of three
other boxes, now sat next to the Heineken. He
then left. Of course, I could not refuse meat, I
even wondered if I could wash it down with milk.
But, more hungry than thirsty I took a knife from
the drawer and begun taking a slice of the
pepperoni pizza, once I had done this a few other
guests: Fat Marshall, the lad in the Supreme hat
and Amber proceded to take some food. My head
turned back to Myra, who kept talking about stuff
I don’t remember in a jarring way and even
clicked the fingers of the right hand holding the
KFC to get my attention, which was set on
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