Sophie’s Voice
Feb 6th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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It got to the best of them.
“Yes, I went to that movie, have those boots, test-drove that car just the other week,” Sophie would yipe.
There was nothing she had not lived, owned, eaten, worn, dated, or experienced by association: no conversation – however private or surreptitious – she didn’t inveigle her way into.
They decided to invent something to teach her a lesson.
“Went to that gig you recommended, Gloria. Buttinskis? Wow!!”
“Nosey can fairly play that bass, eh?”
“Oh yes, I went to their debut last month,” Sophie interjected.
Their shared smirk soured at her gormless need to belong.
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