2 hours ago - (60797)
"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage."
2 hours ago - (2531)
He liked playing Cluedo. So did I. Before I played it with him. He actually deduced that the victim had done it.
He deduced that the victim had faked his own death.
I said at the time that it wasn’t very likely. In fact, I think I said it was impossible. And he told me that it might be improbable but nothing’s impossible.
I wish I still believed that."