"You know, I like to pretend like I'm in a cartoon."
"A cartoon?"
He looked back and forth between me and the road ahead as he continued.
"Yeah, like I'm in one of those crazy violent video games, or a James Bond movie, or a crazy violent James Bond video game... Or, to categorize all of that... a cartoon.”
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I used to be a normal girl with a normal life.
Well, actually... I can't really remember.
Anyway, now I'm being dragged on these crazy secret 'missions' with a guy who has no idea what he's doing but acts like he does, calls me 'Nesia', and, for some reason, likes to 'pretend like he's in a cartoon’.
What could go wrong?
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