Literature
Fragment twelve part seven
Serpin and Poison exited the restaurant while holding hands, they ran down the stairs and stopped at the streets where they saw their chauffeur sitting on a park-bench in a park a short walk away and smoking pot on a waterbong. She looked happy and seemed to be somewhere far away, with the bong in her hand, her back against the bench and her eyes gazing up at the stars. Serpin and I walked up to her, but she didn't seem to realize there was someone there until we were right in front of her «Ah, hello...Serpin and....poison, that was your name right? little girl, oh i'm sorry, i meant to say mrs of course.» I looked at the bong she