The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
He nods his understanding, and smiles nervously, his bottom lip trembling. “Your Mum’s telling you the truth honey, we didn’t leave Uncle Barry, he chose to stay behind and..”
“And help everyone that was trapped in the cells out the back of the police station were released,” Sherry interrupts quickly.
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