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so, what does it tell you, your big thought?

exactly.

so in walks the pink blonde, snowflakes like suitors swirling her past his swiftly tilting view. if it wasn't for the body cast, benny might have welcomed the impact. last day this year, he kept thinking. last year this day.

argon! the detective realizes in chapter thirteen. he puts the book down immediately. argon was their element. Atomic number 18, her pet name for him. when you think about it, science is all about the impossible. a conspiracy of empty signs.

in the gallery they cooed and fluttered. bundled up for the weather, eyes glittering in the dark depths of parkahoods, apprehending the works. it was a proud moment for everyone. except benny. for him it felt like the end of the world. he couldn't stand the pressure of critics. he couldn't stand his own self-loathing. he couldn't stand how desperate he was for affirmation. he was a lot like me, benny was. that's why i had to eliminate him.

after they crowds dispersed, we arranged to burn all the evidence, including the blonde. she was the hardest to get past. but we did what we had to. just like you would. just like benny would have wanted us all to.