The Twisted Roads To My Madness
She swallows as she nervously pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket, and places one in her mouth. As she lights it, she takes a deep breath in and then looks up to her brother’s menacing gaze. “Do you remember Clare?”
“You mean imaginary Clare?”
“So that’s a yes?”
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