You lured me in alright. With your bright construction cone orange hair and your midnight blue velvet blazer, you herded me closer to your farris wheel of death. Your breath was cold as ice but you were word were like the fire breathing dragon. You showed me your tramp stamp that said “The Patriarchy Isn’t Real” so I threw down my artisanal popcorn and cried all the way to my Lyft. I’m too tall to ride your roller coaster of loneliness. Goodbye.
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