<b>Alice:</b> Of course I do.

Alice knocked over the bottle of lemon oil in her side of the confessional. She quickly knelt down and tried to scoop it back into the bottle with her hands.

<b>Dash:</b> No I mean do you LOVE her not love her.

Alice gave up and spread out the majority of the puddle with her rag that was already soaked. She spread the oil around the floor boards and up onto the bench as she contemplated her own answer.

<b>Alice:</b> Hmm…well, I guess…I mean…I don’t know how to explain it other than …I couldn’t imagine my life without her and I know that’s regular love, like friends and family love….but romantically …Do I LOVE her? …I think I would be head over heals in love with her if I didn’t get fucked over so many times by people I started out as friends with…So I don’t know…I…

<b>Dash:</b> Alice?

<b>Alice:</b> Yes?

<b>Dash:</b> All I needed was a yes or no.

<b>Alice:</b> God, you’re worse than her! No frills, no thrills, just get to the point!

<b>Dash:</b> Eh…its easier.

<b>Alice:</b> Speaking of which…I was thinking of like getting Shane a gift, cause she never gets herself anything…should I take her shopping or just get her some new shoes?

<b>Dash:</b> I thought you said she got them today?

<b>Alice:</b> Yeah but she only ever has two pairs at a time, chucks and boots.

<b>Dash:</b> Well, what else do you need?

Alice’s jaw dropped and she slid the divider open and pressed her face against the mesh.

<b>Alice:</b> My child…Confess your sins of fashion before you soul is lost.

Dash laughed and rolled her eyes.

<b>Dash:</b> We just grew up different is all. She probably still thinks keeping few possessions means she can still run or leave at anytime.

<b>Alice:</b> I never thought about it like that.

<b>Dash:</b> Why do you think her room looks like that? if you never let yourself get atttatched to material things or places, or people then…

<b>Alice:</b> Well…I wouldn’t know, I’ve never seen her room…yet.

Dash flung open Alice’s door and saw the streaks of oil glistening on the floor, walls and bench. Alice’s knees were wet and she had spots on her shirt and her forehead was covered in sweatty matted hair. Dash just shook her head in disbelief.

<b>Alice:</b> What?!?! This is SO not my forte

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