I'd tried to quit drinking. I'd been skeptical, to say the least, when Marianne first got out a deck of cards to do a reading, but they were eerily accurate, at least in her hands. Serial killer, what are you talking about? This is the first kill, to my knowledge. I took the jar of salt from Graham's hand.
I think he meant it to sound matter-of-fact, but it didn't. There is no one that I know that has ever managed to form two triumvirates that intersect as ours seem to. First, she's in the men-are-bastards mind-set, and she's wanting to do something that Louie will regret tomorrow. I could feel it, like some army of the dead just waiting for me to wake it.
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