"They said I was a rubbernecker."
"You are."
"What makes you say that?"
"You are."
"Okay, I'm biting. Why?"
"You are."
"You know, I'm not a genie. Saying something three times in a row doesn't make it any more true than when it was just an idea up there in your noggin."
"But you are."
"Why?"
"What do you care? It's just a mean word for a voyeur."
"Then voyeur is just a euphemistic way of saying I am a rubbernecker?"
"Not euphemistic. Just fancy, I suppose."
"Oh, hell. What do you know anyway?"
"I know you are a rubbernecker."
"Yeah, how? How do you know?"
"Because you are afraid of blood but you still want to see it."
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