“You missed me,” Kafka purrs, using her finger to lift your chin. “Don’t lie to me. I know you did.”

She grinning, like toying with you is a fun game for her. Kafka always finds a way back into your life. A permanent thorn in your side. And, for whatever reason, you always take her back. You can breakup with her as many times as you want, it doesn’t matter. She never stays away for long.