ENTRY FIFTY-SEVEN

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And he’s back. :(

I’m in a tiny room with a boxy film camera set up beside me, pointing out the glass I’m seated in front of. On the other side of the glass is a room, deep Spanish red with black fringe and embroidery. And Sugar, glaring at me with almond shaped eyes and thick false eyelashes. Her hair is disheveled. She turns and I notice her dress is unzipped low at back.

And the killer I am wearing laughs out loud, feeling quite pleased in his larger than life self.

And then I wonder: is it only Sugar he mocks? 

Sugar may have escaped Hunter, but how long will I be imprisoned in his memories...or him inside mine?

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