[Arthur]
When I wake up my room is mostly dark. I am not alone, Queenie sits slumped in a chair sleeping in what looks like a weirdly uncomfortable position, snoring loudly. It’s a miracle I didn’t wake sooner. I guess the drugs they gave me were strong enough to block out that boar mating call coming from her mouth.
No offense meant to the boars.
I wish I knew what Queenie is doing here, messing with my life. We’ve known eachother since kindergarten, our parents practically raising us together. She was always a bit of a bossy little brat, able to convince her parents and anyone else around her to do whatever she wanted them to do, even from a fairly early age. I’ve always been amazed at how well she could fool those around her to believe she was actually sweet, innocent, and pure.
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