The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“I-I-I, I think it was around three hours ago.”
She stops, stands up quickly and turns to face the girls mother, her brow furrows, her lips press tightly together and her eyes pierce through the room at her like hot knives. “Did you just say this happened three hours ago?”
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