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Fickle, I Am (or So Fickle I Can't See Straight)

“Fickle? How dare she say I’m fickle? Fickle like what? Love? Freedom? What!?”

“Calm down, Needle” I replied. “She just mentioned it in passing. I don’t think she meant anything by it.”

“How could she not mean anything by it?” Needle was clearly upset now. Her nostrils flared and teeth clenched. “I am not fickle!”

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