"What was that all about?" Piara asked.
"She's a young winger. I just wanted to help her out." I turned away from her, contemplating how I would break up with her.
Suddenly, another Piara showed up on the other side of me. She looked at my face, hers full of concern and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What makes you think something's wrong?" I asked, turning to look straight ahead.
Yet another Piara appeared in front of me. "You look upset," she said, her eyes confused. "Are you angry at that young winger for offending you like that?"
"No," I said, anger flashing in my eyes. She saw it and recoiled automatically.
"Then what's wrong?" she insisted.
I sighed. "You are," I told her.
Piara gasped and brought her hand to her heart. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, you're always trying to get me to do or say stuff I don't want to by duplicating yourself so everywhere I look you're there. I'm sick of it!"
The two Piaras on either side of me disappeared so all that was left was the one I was glaring at. Her bottom lip quivered and tears sprung to her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll stop."
Then I lost my nerve. I was going to break up with her then and there, but even though I have a reputation as an uncaring jackass, I still couldn't stand to see girls cry. "It's okay."
Immediately a smile jumped to her face and a second Piara appeared next to me. The one in front of me disappeared as she leaned against me.

The End

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