Edward and I walked back to the parking lot, holding the child's hands while she half-walked, half-danced between us. Simon smiled broadly, obviously happy with himself. I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Blown away by a psychotic dwarf bartender, how ironic.
And that was perhaps my biggest problem. Edward opened the envelope and looked inside. My personal life is a mess. Do you think this whatever-it-is has anything to do with the mutilations? he asked.
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