We went to the pub together, Nathaniel and me, the next day, and there she was, that horrible thing, dancing on tables and doing all the same shit she always does. Crowing about being dead like it didn’t affect anybody but her and nobody but her was involved in the whole thing. What a narcissistic cunt.
I also heard some stories about Sophia and her past, and it was nice that she told me, because she didn’t have to. I feel a little sorry for her now. If I add her to the evil-o-meter, she’ll be a very low number.
Three Twisted Knots 
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