I’m guessing her boyfriend got her all tangled up in the spamming biz:
She took a bike ride the morning after a nice dinner with him.
But he was waiting by the bike rack.
“Let’s talk,” he says, guiding her by the shoulders to the nearest alley.
A solid 45 minutes later they exit the dark alley.
“It pays for it’s self and you,” she says with a face more rigid and sad than ever before.
He smiles, “it pays for it’s self and you.”
