The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“The stories tell of this moment. They tell of her death, and how the ending thus began. But they say nothing of you, or I, for we are not even footnotes in her death. So yes, I know shit abou….” He doesn’t get to finish as Charlie pulls the trigger…
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