“No, no! It’s not!” She’s laughing, sitting on a lounge chair with a small snake wrapped around her wrist and a glass of blood in hand. “It’s not-- It’s not how any of that happened, okay?”
A vague gesture with the glass.
“How it happened was, it fell? It did, it fell! I didn’t smash anything, I swear, it fell!”
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“No, no! It’s not!” She’s laughing, sitting on a lounge chair with a small snake wrapped around her wrist and a glass of blood in hand. “It’s not-- It’s not how any of that happened, okay?”
A vague gesture with the glass.
“How it happened was, it fell? It did, it fell! I didn’t smash anything, I swear, it fell!”
Laughter, then a sudden and reverent gasp.
“Oh, Angel Hair smiled at me.”