All language subtitles for The InBetween 1x06 - The Length of a River (English)

Previously on "The InBetween"...

I see ghosts. I hear them.

Cassie!

Sometimes they send me a message.

You have to stop him.

And sometimes they just show up.

My daughter has certain abilities

that can be very helpful.

She's over here! She's still alive.

But what she sees...

It's incredibly rough on her.

I saw some strange stuff last night,

and I think it might be
related to your case.

Let me out!

Everybody, your attention, please.

Sergeant Ballion has agreed

let our task force address
you before role call

so that we can give you as much
information as possible today

before you're out on the street.

As you all know, the last three years,

three newlywed couples
have been brutally murdered

in their own homes.

The man has been tortured and shot.

The woman has been drowned.

The killer always strikes
on the same date: today.

This is the year that we stop him.

Our team will comb the tip lines

and get you the best
leads you can follow up on.

Bulletins have been sent

to all neighborhood
watch offices and HOAs.

There is no question this
guy stalks his victims,

possibly for the 12 months
leading up to each kill.

So don't be too quick to dismiss reports

of men and women saying
they are being followed

or complaints their homes
have been vandalized.

Everything must be checked out,

especially if the
complainant has been married

for less than one year.

We are not gonna let this guy
slip through the net again.

All right, let's hit the streets.

We're doing everything we can.

Seattle's practically on lockdown.

I just hope it's enough.

What smells so delicious?

- Waffles.
- Oh, my favorite.

Go for it.

Tom went into work early,
so you're gonna eat his share

as well as your own.

Not bad news, I hope.

- You mean the newlywed killer.
- Yeah.

So far, all is quiet.
Oh, that reminds me,

Tom got you a pepper spray keychain.

To go with the TASER he got you
when you went off to college.

And the self-defense classes

in high school.

I was one badass freshman.

I made way too much food here.

You know what, think
I'm gonna bring some over

to the precinct later.

I'm sure they'd appreciate that.

Let me help you.

No!

Is there any way you can identify her?

Maybe we could still get to her in time.

I could barely make out her face

just through all the water.

I didn't see anything else.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, kid.

Listen, I appreciate you calling.

Bye.

Oh, you made all this food.

Kinda lost my appetite.

He's just so stressed about this case.

I just wish I could be more helpful.

Hey, come on, you're doing your best.

We all just want to stop this
guy before he strikes again.

Yeah.

Which reminds me, Tom got you a present.

It's a pepper spray keychain.

To go with the TASER he got
me when I left for college.

Yeah, exactly.

Brian, you gave me this already.

Right, of course.

I'm gonna get some more coffee.

Detective, is it the newlywed killer?

Did he strike again?

Detective, do you have any leads?

- What have we got?
- Jim and Shelly Edwards.

Married seven months.

Looks like the killer gained access

when Shelly was alone
Saturday afternoon.

No forced entry.

So she let him in just
like the other victims.

Husband arrived around 8:00 p.m.

We think he was struck on the head

as he entered the house.

Restrained, tortured
all night, and then shot.

Shelly was drowned in their bathtub.

No sexual assault, no robbery.

Wallets were left full of cash.

Exactly the same as
the last three years.

Well, not quite.

This way.

Looks like he got his hands free.

Probably while the killer
was filling the bath.

Edwards managed to dial
911, but he was shot

before he could tell them their address.

Still gave them a
chance to GPS the phone.

Uniforms were here in ten minutes.

A pink flower petal.

In our previous murders,

the killer has had time to clean up.

This time, he's in a bit of a rush.

Any other flowers around the house?

No. Looks like a carnation.

Shelly Edward's sister is here.

She's in the living room.

We found these, uh, flower
petals in their room.

Do you think she'd let
in a flower delivery man?

I wanna say no,

but Jim would sometimes
send her a bouquet

for no reason.

They were happy? No problems?

Not that I know of.

But a few days ago Shelly
and I went for coffee,

and she was very anxious,
looking around a lot, jumpy.

I asked her what was
wrong and she told me

she thought someone was following her.

Now, thinking back on
it, there was more to it.

Something she didn't want to tell me.

Like she knew the guy?

Maybe.

I remember thinking she
doesn't just look scared,

she looks...

guilty.

It's in pretty good shape
if you wanna take a look.

- Melinda!
- Cassie.

Oh, my God!

- How are you?
- I'm good!

Yeah, I'm okay.

- It's been a long time.
- Yeah.

I'd love to catch up,

see what you've been
doing since high school.

You're kind of looking at it.

I get a break in about 20 minutes.

Sounds great.

Until then, how about a mimosa?

On the house.

Thank you.

I'll see you in a bit.

Hey, you made it.

- Brilliant.
- Yeah, thanks to you

I'm officially consulting on this case.

Damien, right? Good to see you again.

- Same here.
- Manny worked these murders

since day one. We could
use his experience.

Biggest regret was taking retirement

with this bastard still on the loose.

- Mind if I walk the scene?
- Sure.

I'll stay and take you through.

- Meet you back at the precinct.
- Sounds good.

Hey.

So we're, uh, shorthanded today,

so I really only have
five minutes, but...

what if we got lunch later this week?

I'd like that.

It is really good to see you.

For what it's worth, I still feel awful

about the way I acted back in school.

Oh, Cass.

You were going through a hard time.

You'd just lost your mom.

I know, but...

you tried to be there for me
and I... I just cut you off.

I'm really sorry.

Now I feel like a jerk.

I knew you worked here when I came in.

Oh, okay.

I wanted to talk to you about something.

About what?

Do you remember, um...

sophomore year when Craig Hasler died?

Sure.

It was a brain aneurysm.

Yeah.

Maybe a week later you,
me, some of the other girls

decided to contact him on a Ouija board.

Nothing was happening,

and then suddenly, you started to...

freak out.

You said that you could see Craig.

I mean, the other girls were pissed.

They thought you were just
trying to scare them, but...

You were the only one who believed me.

I was your best friend.

Yeah.

And after that is when
you stopped speaking to me.

I should have been more honest

about what was going on with me.

And the truth is, it's
still kind of complicated.

Uh...

would it be okay if we
talked about it later

when we have more time?

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah.

Of course, I didn't mean to upset you.

You're engaged?

Yeah, I was.

She had a car accident.

We had had an argument.

I don't even remember what
it was about, but, uh...

Jenna...

was driving home.

She called me to apologize.

She... she said, "There's
something I want you to know.

Something important."

But before she could...

It has been two years.

I cannot take this
ring off of my finger.

I can't stop thinking
about what she wanted

to tell me that night.

Is she trying to get through to me?

It's just that I...

can't hear her.

But maybe I can.

So you want me to try to talk to her?

You can say no...

But please don't.

Of course.

I mean, I can try.

Thank you.

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Thanks. Ballistics are in.

Our victim, Jim Edwards, was
shot with the same weapon

as the previous three husbands:

a 22 caliber.

Well, our killer's
consistent, I'll give him that.

Always seemed odd to
use such a small gun.

I mean, why not a 38, a 44?

Well, a 22 makes less racket,

still gets the job done close range.

Where are we?

Forensics is still
processing the apartment.

We found a carnation petal at the scene.

Uniforms are canvassing
the local flower shops.

I've gotta update the
mayor's office in 20.

Any new insights?

I've been reviewing the files,

putting together a
profile of the killer.

He's all about power and control.

Rituals are clearly important.

He's detail-oriented...
meticulous, even.

But here's what's tripping me up:

usually, when a couple is murdered,

one gender is obviously the real target.

David Berkowitz, for example,
shot couples parked in cars,

but his motivation
was anger towards women

for rejecting him.

With this guy, I... I'm not so sure.

He spends hours with the women

before the husband comes home.

Now, if she is the primary target,

he could just kill her and leave,

never even deal with the man.

Only the husbands are tortured.

The real point is having them together

so they can see what the
other is going through.

Maybe he was engaged, married.

- Ended badly.
- Wife might have left him

- for another guy.
- So the female victim's

a surrogate for the bride he lost

and the husband represents
the man who stole her away.

I went through the victim's
calendars, and get this,

Shelly Edwards has the same notation

every Thursday at 6:00 p.m.

Which is... "NWSG."

That's it? Just an acronym?

No address, no notes.

Did you ask the sister about this?

No one close to her
seems to know what it is.

And the first entry is six months ago.

That's right after the
Edwards were married.

Do you remember NWSG
with any previous murder?

- No, it's new to me.
- But anything that might

have to do with their
wedding is worth looking into.

I agree. Let me know what you find.

I'll be right back.

- "Ashley."
- That's what it read.

- First name, last name?
- I couldn't tell.

But you're positive it's
connected to our case?

Well, from all the slashing that went on

and the drowning earlier, yeah.

Yeah, I'm positive.

Anyway, I'm gonna go home.

I'll let you know if
I see anything else.

- Thanks, kid.
- Yeah.

There's never been a victim or a witness

on this case before named Ashley.

If our killer was abandoned
by a fianc�e at some point,

her name could be Ashley.

- Hey, Hackett?
- Yeah.

I've got something.

There are no security
cameras on the Edwards' block,

but I pulled up as
much footage as I could

from the places they frequent.

And I found this.

So the sister was right.

Shelly did know the guy
that was following her.

Yeah, the sister also said
Shelly was acting guilty.

Maybe she was having an affair.

Is there more than one encounter?

Yeah, he was persistent.

This is Shelly's fitness studio.

I put it through the DMV
facial recognition software

and got a name: Clay Rollins.

Does he have a record?

Mostly petty stuff, but he did 13 months

for domestic battery on his ex-wife.

Let's bring him in.

How did you know Shelly?

We used to date in college,
but it wasn't anything serious.

Then why do we have you on
security tape harassing her

the week before she was murdered?

I wasn't harassing her.

I ran into Shelly about four months ago.

We went for a drink and
she started telling me

that she wasn't happy.

Marriage was more
complicated than she thought,

blah, blah, blah.

I've been married before,
so I gave her some advice.

- You said you had a drink.
- Yeah.

- Where?
- The bar at Columbia Hotel.

At what point in the
evening did you decide

to take your conversation
upstairs to one of the rooms?

We didn't.

That particular night
we had sex in my car.

How long were you seeing each other?

Couple of months.

We'd get together once a week or so.

She had a standing
Thursday night appointment.

- Was that you?
- No, Thursdays I play poker.

- We need to check your alibi.
- You can have at it.

Digsy's Poker Palace in Georgetown.

- I'm a regular.
- You do a lot of gambling

for a guy on parole, Clay.

Look, Shelly and I had a thing.

She ended it, I tried
to change her mind.

- That is it.
- Why'd she end it?

She had this crazy reason.

Someone left a bunch
of flowers at her work

and she thought it was me being cute.

- She was pissed.
- I don't blame her.

Yeah, but that's the
thing... it wasn't me.

Did she say what kind
of flowers they were?

Pink carnations.

I remember that bouquet, sure.

It was about two weeks ago.

I was pulling into the parking lot

and I saw a guy just leaving
them by the back door.

Was there a card?

No, nothing, so I brought them in

and told Shelly about
it when she got in.

But she wasn't happy.

Did she seem frightened?

More annoyed than anything.

I said maybe they were from her husband,

and she said Jim knew better.

He'd send roses, not carnations.

She went around asking
all the instructors

if they were expecting
flowers, and everyone said no,

so she tossed them in the trash

and that's the last I heard of it.

Hmm. Could you describe the guy?

He was pretty far away but, um, white,

tall, average build.

Was he driving a car?

I'm not sure, but after
he dropped the flowers

I heard a motorcycle
start up around the corner.

Jenna.

Jenna.

If you have a message for Melinda,

you can tell me.

We've checked with as
many friends and relatives

of the former victims as we can find

asking about mysterious
flower deliveries

prior to the murders.

Debra Carpenter's mother said
she thinks maybe carnations

were dropped off to Debra's office

about a month before the murders.

But, I mean, without card

they just assumed it was a mistake.

Everyone else says they
didn't know anything

about any flowers, or they've forgotten.

That's a lead I'd have followed up on

like a bloodhound...
nobody ever mentioned that.

Well, no one realized it was important.

I mean, Shelly Edwards only mentioned it

because she thought the flowers
were delivered by Clay Rollins.

And with no card, it's
possible the other two victims

didn't get flowers. For the killer,

it's just about the
ritual of leaving them.

It's all about the game.

- Why pink carnations?
- I did a little research.

Apparently, they are
symbolic of a woman's love.

Maybe, but women don't
like 'em. I mean...

Well, they mean something to the killer.

He delivered flowers to
Shelly Edwards at work,

and Jim Edwards had a
carnation petal in his hand.

He's bringing flowers
to the murder scene

and taking them with him when he goes.

Okay, listen, I suggest

we release this
information to the press.

We've gotta set up a tip line
for any random flower drops.

Okay, I'll work on it. Good work, guys.

I stayed on the road for another hour

trying to talk to Jenna,
but she couldn't hear me.

The accident just kept happening.

Mm-hmm, over and over.

It's like she's caught in...

some kind of death echo.

Is that like a technical term?

No, I just made it up.

But that's what it feels like.

She's...

she's stuck.

There was this kid at
my old high school...

Craig Hesler... he
died of a brain aneurysm

when we were 14.

Hmm, did you know him?

Not when he was alive, but after...

I would see him at school.

He'd be wandering the halls

and hiding in dark corners

just clutching his head and screaming...

like he was still feeling the pain

of the moment when he died.

Ohh. What happened to him?

I don't know.

Kinda quit going to
school, if you remember.

Too well.

There were a lot of reasons

that I couldn't handle high school,

but one of the big ones
was that Craig Hesler

scared the crap out of me.

I wanted to help him
but I didn't know how...

so I walked away.

And I don't want to do that with Jenna.

Okay.

Well, let's talk about
what's holding her back.

Could be the trauma from the accident.

Maybe something about Melinda.

When I first saw the crash,
Melinda had grabbed my arm...

And she still wears the engagement ring,

and it's like it carries a lot of...

I don't know, energy.

I could feel it.

Hmm.

The ring is a symbol of their love.

When Jenna was alive,

the bond they shared made them strong.

But now...

Now it's like a weight.

I just got off the phone with the mayor.

His office is releasing a statement

about the carnations to the press.

Excellent, hopefully we'll get a hit.

- Whoa, whoa, where you guys going?
- We got a lead on Shelly's

mysterious Thursday appointment.

The acronym, NWSG... cell calls
she made on Thursday evenings

ping a tower in Crown Hill.

When we checked her credit cards,

we found a $40 charge
every fifth Thursday evening

to the DiSavino Bake Shop in Crown Hill.

It goes back six months,

same time that NWSG started
appearing in her calendar.

Headed to the bakery to check it out.

Sorry, we're closed.

We just need a minute.

Have you seen this woman?

Yeah, she was in here a few times.

We're trying to work
out what she was doing

in the neighborhood on Thursday nights.

Well, I can't say for sure,

but the community
center across the street

offers classes and
meetings during the week,

and sometimes people stop
in before to pick up snacks.

Okay, we'll check it out.

Ask for Lyla James. She runs the place.

Thank you, you've been very helpful.

- Can I help you?
- Lyla James?

Uh, the coordinator for the center?

That's right.

Do you recognize this woman?

Seen her on the news.

That's the woman who was
killed on Saturday night.

Shelly Edwards. Has she been here?

We were at the DiSavino
Bakery next door.

They told us Shelly picked
up a box of pastries there

every few weeks.

Apparently that's not uncommon

for people attending meetings here.

Yes, anonymous meetings.

We'll try to keep anything
you tell us confidential.

It's terrible what happened to Shelly,

but it's my responsibility
to protect the privacy

of the people who
come here seeking help.

Even if they're dead?

Even then.

It's not just Shelly's privacy,
it's everyone else's, too.

I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

"Newlywed Women's Support Group."

I entered the address
of the community center,

and a Thursday meeting time
along with the acronym NWSG,

and that's what came up.

Hmm.

Newlyweds need support for what?

According to the club's description,

it's for modern women who
are having trouble adjusting

to the demands and difficulties

of building a life with a new partner.

Uh, mutual decision-making,
shared spaces,

compromises, sacrifices...

Marriage.

Clay said Shelly wasn't happy.

Marriage was more complicated
than she thought it'd be.

Are any of our other
female victims members?

Both Lucy Aquila and Debra Carpenter

were in couples' therapy
with their husbands.

I followed up the lead at
the time, it went nowhere.

Could it be that those
wives were in that group?

But the only way to be sure
is to get a complete list

of former and current members.

But the center won't
release that information

without a warrant, and a
judge won't issue a warrant

without a direct and immediate threat.

Let me tell you from
experience, lots of people

don't even sign in to
those meetings at all

or don't use their real names.

That's what the "anonymous" is about.

It's, uh, a protection.

Our killer knows that.

If everyone's anonymous, we
can't connect the victims.

Perfect hunting ground.

You know I'll help if I can,
but I haven't seen anything

since the name Ashley.

Yes, I know, and you'll always call

when you have something.

It's just, we think
our four female victims

all belong to the same support group.

We can't prove it, and...
and I guess I was just hoping.

I was just hoping...

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Yes, please.

You're a good daughter.

Tom?

Did she tell you where
the ticket was issued?

No, just said it was
a parking infraction.

It could be by the Edwards' house

- or the community center.
- Yeah.

Well, let's get the team on it.

Yeah.

- Thanks for coming over.
- Thanks for reaching out.

Did you... see Jenna?

Did you... talk to her?

I did see her, yes.

And the thing is, you're right.

She's still here.

It's just not in the way that you think.

There's nothing romantic

about what she's going through.

She's not a guardian
angel watching over you.

She's not trying to get
you that message of love.

She's caught.

I don't understand.

For the last two years...

you haven't wanted to face the fact

that she's gone.

You want her back so much...

and you keep putting all
of that energy out there,

and it's like she's...

she's driving toward it

even though she can't get to you.

She will never get to you.

Is she in pain?

I don't think it's pain
like we feel, but...

she isn't at peace.

I think the only way for this to end

is for one of you to walk away...

and Jenna can't, so it has to be you.

How?

I think maybe you should
take your ring off.

It's like it's connecting
you both in a way that...

it's not healthy anymore.

And you're sure about all of this?

I'm sure about what I saw...

but I'm not always sure
about what it means.

You asked for my help,

and I know you wanted
a message from Jenna...

something you can think of as closure.

I'm sorry I can't give you that.

When I was wearing this ring,

I felt like Jenna was still with me.

Yeah.

I guess it's time to do it on my own.

How will you know it worked?

If you want, I can go back and check.

What if she's still there?

Then I'll keep trying.

Thank you.

Yeah, that's perfect. Thanks again.

Bye.

Hey, I think I got it.

A parking ticket was
issued to a motorcycle

parked in the alley behind
Shelly's fitness studio

two weeks ago.

That's when the flowers
were dropped off.

Yeah, and get this: Wade Modell works

at the Kenmore Flower Market.

He did ten months on an
assault charge in 2016

and he owns a 22.

- Very good.
- Hm.

Landlady says Modell isn't home.

Usually gets in around 7:00 p.m.

- What is that?
- It's my dinner.

Not in the car, thank you.

It's Modell.

Stop, police!

Stop!

Uhh...

Wade Modell, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Do you know her?

Never seen her before.

Are you sure about that?

So you don't know them either?

What the hell is this?

It's a murder case, Wade. Serial murder.

I... I didn't kill anybody.

You delivered flowers to Shelly Edwards

two weeks before she was murdered.

You mean at the gym?

- I was just doing her a favor.
- Doing Shelly a favor?

No, the other lady.

Take us through it, Wade.

Slowly.

This girl comes up to
the stand where I work,

and she buys a big
bouquet of pink carnations.

Said she wanted to get them to
her friend but she had to run.

Gave me 20 bucks to take
them into the city for her

- on my bike.
- What did she look like?

She was a redhead.

Unis say that no one is
home at Lyla James's place.

They're gonna wait. There is
another car checking the center.

You're sure about this?
The killer's a woman?

Absolutely.

The support group, the pink carnations?

Lyla's the only thing
linking them together.

And there were signs.

No sexual assault on the female victims,

the small caliber hand gun,

the fact that every
woman opened the door.

They trusted her.

She's that nice woman
that works at the center.

Lyla James was engaged in 2014,

but her fianc� broke it
off the day of the wedding.

The theme was pink carnations.

They put an order in at
every shop in the city.

Eight months later, Lyla's groom eloped

with their wedding planner.

This weekend was their anniversary...

Ashley and Joni Bennett.

- Ashley's a guy.
- When he got married

to someone else, that's
when Lyla snapped.

Lyla's parents say she was devastated.

She's been in and out of
psychiatric hospitals ever since.

They thought she was getting better.

They were very mistaken.

Lyla didn't show up for
her shift at the center.

- No one's seen her for 24 hours.
- She's on the run.

We've put out a BOLO, she won't get far.

Question is, what's her next move?

Lyla's been murdering proxies
for the last three years.

The newlywed victims
were just stand-ins

for Ashley and his wife.

Why didn't she kill them first?

In Lyla's mind, what she
feels for Ashley is true love.

Maybe she was hoping
he'd come back for her.

Well, that dream is over.

You think she'd be going
after the Bennetts next?

- It's a possibility.
- It's a distinct possibility.

We need to get them into
protective custody, now.

Oh.

Surprise.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.
But listen, are you okay?

All right, appreciate the call.

Cassie?

Redheaded woman just tried to
drown her in her own bathtub.

Lyla's already at the house.

Look at him.

I said, look at him!

He's dying, and it's your fault.

You made me do this, both of you.

All these years he
should have been with me.

He needed me, but you tricked him!

Stole him from me!

You made him believe
our love didn't matter,

but it's everything to us.

You still love me, Ashley, don't you?

Even now.

You know we would have
been happy forever

if this bitch hadn't ruined it.

But don't worry, she's gonna pay.

Say good-bye.

Let's go, your turn.

Lyla!

Drop your weapon or I'll kill her.

Do it or she's dead!

That's quite a scam you had there, Lyla.

Start a club for
unhappy newlywed brides,

pick them off one by one.

They were like lambs to
the slaughter, weren't they?

I didn't think anyone
would even sign up.

Who doesn't want to be married?

But I had more than I could handle.

This one?

She didn't want to be married either.

She joked about it with me
while we were sampling cakes

for my wedding.

Eight months later,

I hear Ashley had to
talk her into eloping.

Had to get down on both knees and beg.

Why do men want women
who don't want them?

I don't know.

I would ask them that, the women...

while the tub was filling
and their men were dying...

and they didn't know either.

They were so sorry.

"Do you love him now?" I would ask.

"Do you wish you had another chance

to show him just how
much he means to you?"

You know what they said?

All of them?

"I do."

Lyla, no!

Ah!

Don't move.

Thanks for coming with me.

My pleasure.

I think she's gone.

It worked.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

This is gonna sound so selfish, but...

I need you to be okay.

I can't have anything happen to you.

Where is this coming from?

Lately, you've been forgetting things,

and when you say you
remember I think you're lying.

I'm scared...

and I need you to get checked out.

You know, doctors make
the worst patients.

Please?

Okay.

- I will.
- Okay.

I promise.

That was County Medical on the phone.

It was touch and go, but
Ashley Bennett's gonna live.

So that's eight counts
of first-degree murder

for Lyla instead of nine.

Still enough for life in prison.

Well, Lyla's parents
have hired an attorney

and he's already making noise
about an insanity defense.

Mm, I predict she'll go down swinging.

At least she's going down.

Melinda, I was gonna
call you in the morning.

That's okay, I already know.

Yeah?

She's free.

I can feel it.

Thank you so much.

And I meant what I
said about catching up.

I miss you.

I could really use a friend right now.

Me, too.

- I'll call you.
- Yeah.

Bye.

Still got an empty glass.

- Top it off.
- Yep.

Hey, another one?

Yeah, sure.

You seem a little down

for a guy who just
caught a serial killer.

No, I'm... no, it's just...

I bought into some easy assumptions

thinking it had to be a guy.

Could have cost the
investigation months of time.

Another couple could
have lost their lives.

Yeah, but they didn't.

I'm starting to think

that you and I aren't that different

in terms of what we do.

Hey, can I get another?

The information comes
in, and we decipher it.

We interpret it.

We see if it fits this puzzle
that we're putting together.

We do the best we can.

Here.

Thank you.

Jenna?

I just wanted to say thank you.

And I want to see one
last sunrise before I go.

You're all right.

I'm glad I could help.

Do me a favor and don't
tell Melinda you saw me.

Are you sure?

It's better this way.

Melinda told me about you.

Her best friend from high school.

She said you could see
ghosts and scary things

that weren't there.

And I remember thinking...

"That must suck."

Sometimes.

But not today.

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