“It’s my fault. She killed a
man who was squatting outside of a freezing brick shanty
on the southern edge of Chicago as he waited for his
dealer. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments
of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated,
and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. “I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell—
unless you choose to go before. "
"You believe it, father?"
"From the bottom of my heart. Sebastian sat smirking in amusement. ”
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MEETING MARTIN CHEN
She tried out for the Lincoln High orchestra on a
whim. I do swear. He glanced at it, and saw the
bloodied blade. A nine days’
wonder is soon forgotten.
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