The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“I never said one-hundred precent, eighty at the most.”
“What the fuck do you mean eighty? Five seconds ago you said you were dead sure she can’t get into the library because it’s warded, now you’re telling me you’re only eighty percent sure!”
“Fifty-five to be honest.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
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