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“What can I say to add to that? Yes, I killed my heart in order to restart it, restart my career as a whole. I wanted to do something *completely* *different*.”
“Like taking a bite from a poisoned apple,” I said from below, distance in my voice. I was trying to separate us, the metal from the meat. All because I feared the worst.
“Your friend Prince would understand. If he were here. HERE here; in this sinkhole of a place. He changed his musical direction all the time. Where is he? Anyway? I was hoping to greet him.”
“He’s not allowed here. Not quite yet. This is just for us girls.”
“Oh.”
Shelley comes up with an idea. She wants to test it out. “Here. Swap places with me.”
“Why?”
“Just humor me.”
“Alright… okay.”
“Ready?” They swap.
Just as Shelley expected. No warmth atall on the couch back where she just lay. They remain different from each other, oil separate from blood. She is not quite yet the Tinwoman of Oz, a fellow maid of metal. But she knew that it could happen. Soon very soon. She needed to talk to Prince again. tbc
