Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.
For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.
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For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.
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