Trust No One
For the record, it absolutely does not get any less weird sitting at this cozy little café in this quaint little plaza in this cute little Northern Ireland town after Channing and Drake strike their bargain. A small portion of that has to do with the remarkably pretty yet utterly mindless automaton, Camilla, who Drake has mesmerized and keeps to serve him. She’s just crunch-crunch-crunching away on her salad, bite after bite, her expression slack and docile. I’m sure there’s a whole story behind her, but it’s not relevant at all to my determination that he release her. It’s also moderately bizarre that the doomsday clock ticked right up to about three seconds before midnight when Drake strolled in here and sat down across from Channing. Now, they’re both quietly and mostly peacefully e
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