[Bonnie positions her camera so that the following text is in clear view:

“Bonnie Bennett will slit your throat if it means going home.”
“Bonnie Bennett has nothing to go home to.”

She doesn’t say anything for a minute, giving anyone watching a chance to read the rumors.]

So. These things have been following me around town, all day. At first, I tried to ignore them. Then I tried to hide them. Finally, I set them on fire. Multiple times.

[Speaking of:]

By the way Barry, very sorry about your mailbox.

[She clears her throat, and repositions the camera so that she’s back in view.]

But both things are true. I’m owning my crap, I’m not covering it up.

[She shrugs. She could explain more, just like everyone else could. But at a certain point, you either buy into mind games or you don’t.]

Screw that creepy nun. I’m opting out of whatever the hell this is. If you feel the same way, you can find me at The Hair of the Dog. I’d say the first drink’s on me, but I’m a part-time tutor. So everybody's going dutch.

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