Vanity. Ares

Amber’s buttocks perhaps — she wore the leggings
that hugged the female figure and I remember
thinking that Myra was comparably boxy.
My gaze turned back to the boxy Myra and I
was then thinking that I wished I had that Burrito,
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and I was bothered by this, flustered and I really
wanted that KFC bucket, held obnoxiously by
Myra, to not be there. I then moved to the table
and started to cut another slice. The scene was
Myra, myself and the empty kitchen which was
quiet at that point, before Myra broke the silence
that still consisted of chewing KFC wings, perhaps
barbecue, Claire’s undoing lingering amongst the
chicken seasoning and party noise. “I wanted to
tell you something,” said Myra after a few words I
did not catch. “Basically, it’s really been troubling
me of late, especially after I had opened up about
my life. I feel I should tell you that I was not born
like this.” I say, “What do you mean?” as I was still
cutting a slice of pizza, that disappointingly
because it was not a Burrito left me feeling a little
gloomy and flustered. Plus, to make things worse
there was only a fifteen-inch vegetarian pizza left. I
felt a coldness within my heart upon this
realisation. But, my ear was, in fact, slightly
burning, as Myra’s word’s seemed strangely weird.
I remember thinking: 'What do you mean I was
not born like this Myra? What were we talking
about in the first place?' I mused these things
whilst cutting some garlic bread with cheese on it,
a little paprika. Myra continued, un-prompted, to
say: “I did not know I would fall for you, and you
would fall in love with me, as you just told me. I
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