7
Glass
Now you see me.
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PRETTY faces are everywhere.
There is no place we go for the first time that faces would not fascinate us and make us remember what the place looked like through the eyes and lips of the people in it.
However, at that moment, during the tragic night at Rue la Crossa Point, I have no distinctive faces to define that night. Whether Chester is telling the truth, I have no verdict. Despite the unchanging rhythms of the strings that attach us, I do not feel like he was telling the truth nor he is telling everything he knows.
Either way, I do not trust him and his pretty face does not help him get through me.
“Then your words are self-defeating. I am alive, therefore, whatever you see are not definite.”
“It was the first time, I swear.”
“I still do not se
