John: Mirra’s men had caught me. Their black van took me out of the city. The countryside was sickeningly pretty: The sun setting on a sweet summer day, rain sparkling on grass, birds in the trees, children playing. The Pink Bird Mental Institute. [Panicked breathing] Mirra’s men pretended to be hospital wardens. Patient: The flesh. […]
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