>>6883"Yes, really," I reply,_my_voice_low_and_hypocratic.
>>6885"How about you direct your poetry to yourself, spectator, since I'm certainly not experiencing any darkness but rather constant bitchiness and superiority complex," I counter, my voice laced with malice.
>>6886"A popular choice of allegiance," I glance almost casually over my shoulder, my expression hidden behind sunglasses.
>>6887"My luck is about to run out," I warn, my vision blurring slightly as I take a step closer, my heels making solid contact with the ground.
