Facial
“In my defense, I’d started to suspect foul play after the second.“Quite a few disappearances in this city recently,” I said to Greg, as we sat at the table, eating the microwaved dinners that I’d over-microwaved.“What are you trying to say?” asked Greg.“Just making conversation.”“If you’re accusing me of wrongdoing, why not come out and say it?”“I’m not accusing you of anything,” I insisted. “But you’ve been spending a lot of time with your brother, who you only barely tolerate, and every night this week you’ve come home with blood behind your ears.”“Why are you looking behind my ears?” Greg asked. “Can’t a man have privacy in a single crevice? Maybe I should ask what’s behind your ears, hmmm?”I showed him that there was nothing behind my ears.“All right, well, fair enough, it was just speculation,” said Greg. “It wasn’t an accusation, unlike what you’ve done with me.”“I specifically said that I wasn’t accusing you of anything.”“And yet you wanted to know why there was blood behind my ears.
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