"Listen I don't know who you are or even how you know me. I'm not going any further until I get some answers", you demand coming to a stop. She pauses with her back to you and sighs. She looks around and seems to listening for any sounds. Seeming satisfied she turns and says, "Ok, I know who are because we've been friends since the third grade when I pulled Mike Anderson of you back when he jumped you on the playground because you were talking to Amy Johnson who he considered his girlfriend. Now if you don't want to wind up with a pair of tits like mine you'll get moving". She then starts walking again. You stand there stunned as the person she was describing herself as is Mark. You race to catch up and say, "Are you trying to say you're Mark". She doesn't stop moving, but answers, "In the flesh, though just not mine. That sack of meat has probably been cremated by now".
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