Intermission
Darnell looked around. Was he standing? Or hanging? Where was he anyway? There was absolutely nothing around. Absolute emptiness. And the figure opposite to him. To his displeasure, he realized that he was standing in front of himself, who was carefully examining him. “I thought life flies before one’s eyes before dying,” Darnell said sarcastically. “But for the last seconds of my life, I have to stare at you.” “Yeah, stare,” the double replied. “As if you have something to stare with, you moron.” “Who, me?” Darnell was taken aback by such an insult. “Well, obviously not me, after all, as it was you who made that stupid choice to make a deal with Cyril!” the interlocutor got angry. Darnell seemed to sit down on a surface that he could not feel under him and put his head in his hands.
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