"I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest - expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat."
-American Psycho (Bret Easton Ellis)
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Franz was sitting impatiently as she continues to bite her own nails, frightened to what will they ask him. Soon, the door swung open, as Detective Steffen came inside, holding a brown folder. She didn't even dare to look at him, for she knew she did something stupid
"Miss Simoné, why did you run away when we were having a plan for catching the killer?"
"Haven't you seen what happened to my classmate Trish? Wasn't that enough evidence for you that I have Intentions to save someone but failed?"
"No. I understand that completely. But what makes me wonder is that..." he paused as
