All those phone calls?

You had to take.

NOt because you were my friend.

Because it was your job. Your duty. To make. Loyal to a calling. d

Your job.

NOt to me.

What were you doing there?

You look down, "I love you."

Maybe you could barely spit the words out, maybe it was hard, maybe it was unethical for you. A little twist of guilt. YOu felt. Not because you found me after years of traveling online. NO. But because you were paid to say, "I love you." Who says, "I love you" for money? ONly whores. That's it.

I was your fucking job. d

"Don't be hurt about it, now, Lace, you have jobs, don't you ,babe?"