Mental Terrorism

“Do I have those moments often?”, she asks as my mouth starts to form a small smirk cocked to the left side of my face. “Not often, but they happen.”
Totally begging the question and steering her into a more desirable conversation and not about fucking having children. From here I expect to play chess between keeping her mildly offended, but praising her still and completely off the topic of children. Mental terrorism, hijacked that conversation successfully.

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