...means your brain now has an excuse for the very very creepy things it dreams up. Last week, this short quip in a conversation popped into my head, so it's been sitting in a note on my iPhone for a bit.
His comment lit a spark in her mind, reminding her of something she'd heard about him when she arrived. She looked up and asked, "You remember when you killed Roddeck?"
His head tipped back as he sighed. "Ugh," he said with an irritated tone to his voice, "Took me an entire day to clean up the mess I made in killing him."
God bless anyone who ever accidentally picks up my phone. No, I'm not a killer. I just write about them.
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