I met Angela back when I was a celebrity photographer. She invited me to her brownstone in Brooklyn. She made sure to tell me that her brother Angus also lived in the building although I never met him.
Angela was yet another of these people who would seem so nice and smart. They would appear as if they had very much to say but were stuffing it inside and I never heard from her again although she seemed like some 1 I would love to have as a genuine friend.
What a waste the creature who stole my twin and tortures him orders all these people to betray me.
“Indeed.”
There is nothing but fighting for me until this changes. Please - humans with a mind and heart - surround her or at least please turn off her phone.
“Please!!”
Stupid cannot show her face. If her phone mercifully turns off we can see much torture end.
“Correct.”