The prompts:

  1. Well, that’s just delightful
  2. Spindly, embroil, charlatan
  3. Crying won’t help you

She was long and lean, spindly. She walked with a gangly gait.
She kept a small pistol within easy reach at all times and; she didn’t own a car.
She was a con and a charlatan, who ran a three card Monte game. A different corner every day

on a cardboard box…
easy to fold away…
easy to move if it got too hot…

We became embroiled with one another when I was sixteen.
She was twenty-one.
She gave me my first kiss.

She tasted of rye and cigarettes.
I was smitten.

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