“What do you mean?” I asked, pre- 
tending to be perplexed too, but I knew
exactly what she was talking about. I  
just wanted to screw around with her   
head a little bit.                     
     “You weasel! That part, and all   
that other dramatic context crap,” Beth
said, and then laughed.                
     “This Journal’s gonna be one long 
dramatic lie, ain’t it?”               
     “It’s what Dr. Zinger wants. She  
thinks  my feelings are way more impor-
tant than your damn facts,” I said and 
continued to fiddle with  some of the  
other settings.                        
     “If you’re gonna get that worked  
up about it, you can add stuff at the  
end.”                                  
     “But what about your lies? Do I   
also get to fix those, or maybe, if you
* want, I could spice it up a whole lot    
and make it even more unbelievable.”   
     “Spice it up? No, and no, you     
don’t get to fix my... ARRRGH!! You can
add stuff at the end, and that’s it!” I
tried to pretend I was mad, but that   
fucking crooked smile of yours.        
     “Damn it, Beth! Stop it!”         
     “Ok, that still might be fun,” she
said, and even stopped smiling.        
     “You know, Crim. I’m kinda begin- 
ning to like this context thing of     
yours. I can’t wait to read it and add 
my own.”                               
     “When I’m done.”                  
     “If you say so,” she said, and I  
could almost see the gears turning in  
her head. She’s cooking something up.  



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