In The Mist She Was StandingAh, but of course! Surely, I do not expect of you to believe my tale, but have no doubt… I am not mad! Indeed it is true; my illness does not cloud my senses, surely not. Quite the opposite, in fact! It dispels any mist clouding my synapses, so that the neurotransmitters may transfer safely! Thus, I am not mad. If I were mad, I would not have taken such precautions! Not even the alcohol, of which I had grown quite fond after my wife left me, could dull my senses. Oh, my dear wife! Just like sewage inevitably reaches a clean river to pollute, so was the relationship between my dear wife and me.In The Mist She Was Standing
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