n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life-set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until...
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We make our way down towards the Handler and Lila, who are waiting for us at the farthest spot from the barn.
'Bitches.' I think to myself.
"I love the smell of that fresh country air, don't you darling?" the Handler asks.
"Makes me want to vomit." Lila responds.
"Now you know how I feel about your face." I mutter, smirking at her reaction.
"What do you want?" Five asks.
"To watch you suffer." Lila answers.
"What about me?" Diego asks, needing to confirm that she was using him.
"You're not even worth my wrath." Lila seethes.
"Easy." threatens the Handler. "We're here on official business."
"And what business is that?" Diego asks.
"As the head of the Commission," the Handler starts, smirking towards me and Five. "I've decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directors."
"Yeah, right. We didn't kill the board." Diego states.
I look around bored, not caring about what was happening. "Uh, actually, Diego, that's not entirely accurate." Five mutters.
