When I think of those ateliers of ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. Did you break my mother's heart as you tried to break mine? I am no longer accountable to you for anything. “Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly.
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