IRENE
But then his mother's voice fell softly on his ears as he closed the carton of his greasy obsession, he exhaled as he nodded.
"How are you, honey?"
He said after a long pause, reaching for her frail hands. "I'm fine, now"
NOW
RENNÈ, PARIS.
“Man identified from the Zur-“
Zachary’s mum had hoped in his front, turning off the news then she exhaled suspiciously.
“You need to relax-“ She stretched before a pause. “Why did you do that?” He asked and she scoffed, her arms on her hips. “Do what?”
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