I have spent the past two days after my date with Amanda toiling in the throes of my own accursed curiosity.
Sometimes I wish there was a button I could smash, a lever I could break loose that'll just shut down any and all sentient thought from forming in my head… 'cause all they've been doing for the past forty-eight hours was screaming at me for answers I don't have.
For a diligent detective lady, Irene sure had the tendency for coming up with mysteries rather than actually solving them… and all the times I tried poking and probing her for some clues, she'd answer right back with even more ambiguity.
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Much like Amanda, this woman seemingly loves her surprises. I'm starting to feel all women do at this point.
