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It lords over the beach like an errant queen who’s lifted her heavy skirts and settled down beside a neighborhood tavern.
met lots of people from whom drugs and alcohol had robbed all reason,
you can never tell someone’s story by looking at them.
A horror story of castles and secrecy and supernatural occurrences.
Still, when things happen over which one has no control, it’s convenient, almost comforting, to feel as if you’re a cog in a narrative in medias res.
She wanted so badly to write her own story. To be her own heroine, not simply acted upon by addiction and abandonment
