“Why aren’t you running,” she asked, smooth and deep, expecting him to go.
“I carry a gun m’aam, and mace,”
And the lady of poise and grace stared blankly, waiting,
Repeating her inquiry to which he then replied,
“I’m eating a reeses peanut butter cup, I can’t run and eat.”
She waited, her decorum and resolve waivering, heart in rapid ascension.
“Are you done eating?”
“Yes.”
“You can run now.”
The VR cowboy laughed deep.
The girl blushed.
