January 17, 2007:
Smiling her sly, drunken, cynical smile.
"I'm going to die tonight. No-one believes me. But this time..."
Later, as an afterthought. "I'll need a knife..."
Smiling her sly, drunken, cynical smile.
"I'm going to die tonight. No-one believes me. But this time..."
Later, as an afterthought. "I'll need a knife..."