"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." — Anaïs Nin
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"You have just fifteen minutes," the correction officer informed Jeremy as he led him to the table where Jasper was seated already. The officer moved from the room but both men weren't ignorant to think they were alone - they were being watched.
"Quite a pleasure seeing you here," Jeremy smirked, taking a seat across from him, "I always knew you were going to come here and it's quite friendly to see a person that doesn't want to punch me on the face - or do you want to punch me on the face?"
Ever since the revelation came out that he was a big suspect in Claire's death, he has had a lot of visitors than he could remember - he must be quite famous.
