Journal Entry: Battle Tongues

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The following is inspired by Sylvia Plath’s Unabridged Journals Entry 143

“Look, honey,” she said, very firm, very deliberate, “when I don’t want to be kissed, I don’t get myself kissed. I’m a big girl now; I can take care of myself.” The guy grinned. “You know,” he said with a laugh, “I’m awfully glad to hear you can take care of yourself with me. Because I’ve been out with a lot of girls who sure as hell couldn’t.”

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“Do you play Battle Tongues with every girl you meet?” She replied in a smirky, condescending tone, “Does it ever come back to haunt you?”

“Why would it haunt me?” He laughed, “I always win.”

“Are you sure about that? Girls will be girls… Gossip has its way of devouring reputations in one short sitting over tea and crumpets.”

“You’re right,” he sarcastically proclaimed as he gathered his belongings to head out the door, “Girls will be girls… I must go now. I have some important man business to attend to.”

“You take care now.” She uttered in a soft, knowing voice.

A few hours later, the guy walked into a job interview he had anticipated for months. The girl was sitting behind her desk with a satisfied look on her face as though she had just won a grand prize.

“Back for more Battle Tongues are we?”

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