The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
He feels the blade press against his throat and his smile broadens. “Good to see you haven’t lost your touch.”
“Again, what do you want?”
“I told you. I came to see you before the end.”
She takes a step back lowering the knife. “What do you mean, the end?”
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