Allow me to crack wise and I'm your gal. Keep the spirit light, flippant, nonchalant. I'll quip with the best and crow victory.
Honest emotion strikes terror into my barely-under-control heart. The moment laughter stills and vision turns inward, my clever rejoinders cease. I search out the nearest door and my feet follow the swiftest path to freedom.
Truth is, I suspect there is more beneath this glimmery surface than witty jest-banter, but bless me if I've ever permitted myself the cogitation necessary to discover such inner philosophy, much less reveal it to the world.
Cowardly? I suppose so, yes.
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