Nothing but the sounds of his lungs emptying and his neurons singing.
Ronald knew someone was down here.
He could feel them.
Thou shalt not sleep with thine best friend’s boyfriend because that’s like, totally messed up.
Audrey was in a morgue. She was sure of it. Metal all around and beige on the ceiling. Some kind of foamy ceiling? Her vision was a bit cloudier now that she was out of the water…
You fix things all the time.
You can fix this.
You simply need to know what is broken.
the key to a good cut of meat? Let the knife do the work.
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