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Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

Strange Though It Is,sarov Still Cares About You. He Told Me To Leave You Alone. But I Think, This Time, I Must Disobey The General. You Are Mine! And I Intend To Make You Suffer..." "just Talking To You Makes Me Suffer," Alex Said.

Alan Blunt Got In Touch With Me And Asked Me To Put You Up Here For The Rest Of The Week, To Pretend That You're My Son. I Have To Say, You Don't Look Anything Like Me." "i Don't Look Anything Like Myself Either," Alex Said.

…my Life Has Been A Remarkable One. Maybe One Day Someone Will Write A Book About Me . . .” "i’ve Never Much Cared For Horror Stories.

He Didn't Want To Remember Anymore. Remembering Only Hurt Him... Everytime.