If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.
***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.
I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.
The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.