It's only a dog
This time I dare you to…hop on one foot.
You always pick the dumbest dares Abel.
Well, I’m not really good at this game, and
I’d choose truth if only you’d let me.
Truth is for queers. Besides, you do whatever I tell you. Okay, it’s my turn. I dare you to…hit that dog with this rock.
That’s a really big rock and a really small dog. Come on, pick something else—I can’t do it.
Don’t be such a pussy. It’s only one dog, and nobody’s looking.
I can’t—
Do it!
But—
The cold stone was raised, then dropped
Blood splattered.
Raise
Bones scattered.
drop
Heaves tumbled.
It doesn’t even hurt—quit bein’ a little bitch.
Up.
down.
Then it stopped.
You should be glad I listened to you this time Abel, but now it’s the dog’s turn.
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