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“It starts like all things, with a spark, one that grows, and grows, until finally it consumes everything, becoming more than just a part of you, it is you, and, you can’t hold back, you don’t want to, you thrive, you survive, and that, my dear friend, is my answer.”
He stares blankly at him, his eyes glazed, empty, as fresh, warm drool runs from his mouth, he smiles and places a warm cloth on his chin, gently wiping the drool away.
“I enjoy these conversation Lenny, before the accident, you were the biggest dick I knew, really, the absolute dick king. But, you’ve really changed, you’ve become more than a friend, you’ve,” he stops, as his bottom lip trembles, and his eyes well up with tears. “You’ve become my best friend, it’s fate that brought us here, and to think, I thought that night, when I hit you with my car, it was going to be the worst thing ever. I mean, I thought I killed you, so it was a surprise when I realized you were breathing, lucky,” he says with a laugh as he wipes more drool from his face. “I was halfway though digging a hole to throw you in as well, that would’ve been a terrible injustice, just think of what all we would’ve missed out on?”
Lenny let’s out a gurgling noise, followed shortly by bubbles gently popping from his between his lips.
“Is it that time already? I’d swear I just fed you,” he says with a smile, as he gives Lenny a wink and gets to his feet. “What do you feel like tonight? Something spicy again? You seemed to really like the red chill beef I cooked last night, you can thank my ex for that one, even though it’s my dish, her parents immigrated from Thailand, so they used a whole tone of old school spices in their dishes, I picked up some of it, played a little with the recipes, made them my own. Of course, they taste better when they’re not puréed, but, beggars can’t be choosers,” he says with a broad smile, “I’ll be back soon, so, don’t go anywhere,” he says giggling as he closes the door behind him, leaving Lenny alone once more, the bubbles continue to ooze from his mouth, as his glazed over eyes stare forward, and somewhere, deep in the innermost bowels of his mind, he screams, constantly.