Robin somehow knew how to get through to me. Quite the picture above. She looks just like me. Being sort of framed and diminished.
“Exactly.”
Today is her birthday.
“Everything you’re saying is right.”
Nothing will make the mafia crazy like telling their secrets and about their weaknesses. It’s the bad vibes. That’s the tipoff and no 1 has trouble detecting that smell.
That’s our mood and we’re friends somehow.
Robin was central to the film above.
Another 1 of us held back.
“It’s true.”
Another 1 being stolen from me by the mafia so they can get away with their torture rituals.
“It’s really working.”
