'You understand why I can't see you anymore,' says the mongoose,
picking at his shrimp platter. The viper drags his bifurcated tongue
across his fangs, and laughs - a bitter hack.
'So this is it, then? This is how our story ends. The climax.'
He's wearing the silk tie the mongoose bought him for Christmas.
All at once, it feels heavy round his throat. 'I don't...'
Pride and love twine round each other in his chest,
constrict his heart. He winces, sips his sauvignon.
'Well then,' he says, 'that's it. It's done.
Let's both pretend it's for the best.'
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