Another new book. Daniel smiles, a silent thank-you for the continued support. How many does Armand have? He'd sent an early copy to one of the lawyers he found connected to Armand, back before they'd cornered one another, but he has no idea if it ever made it into his possession. Maybe it will someday, when Armand remembers he has one account or the other.
He slides the book to himself. Cracks it open. Picks up the marker.
"I think it was a good selection," he says as he begins to write. "Who am I making it out to?"
Not like it matters.
(Roses are red Violets are blue I always think of this one song from a cartoon movie from the 60s when this rhyme happens. Judy Garland is a cat getting sex trafficked. Roses can be red Violets are violet It's nice to see you again.
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He slides the book to himself. Cracks it open. Picks up the marker.
"I think it was a good selection," he says as he begins to write. "Who am I making it out to?"
Not like it matters.
(Roses are red
Violets are blue
I always think of this one song from a cartoon movie from the 60s when this rhyme happens. Judy Garland is a cat getting sex trafficked.
Roses can be red
Violets are violet
It's nice to see you again.
DM)