" What did you say?" I asked as the smoke started to drift apart, the form vanishing into a billowing cloud that rose up to the heavens.Karen was gone...Sam collapsed on the ground, twitching, blood trickling from her nose. I should be concerned for her, but all I could think about were Karen's words. Brandon has what? An other? That didn't make sense. A mother, maybe? He somehow found the way to bind anyone that heard him speak with the Zimmah spell. Maybe it involved his mother somehow. A male. Emptying the Recycle Bin is another thing that Roland’s program outfoxes. Kenny dawdles on the chick celebrities that deep-throat each other at the awards ceremonies, but I’m curious about them, too. I know that he’s not gay because he never went back to the ones about policemen doing blowjobs.There are two photos that have me so curious. Two nudes, maybe in their twenties, taking showers. Frontal, but not like they’re hawking something. I know the pop stars, and these two aren’t. No tattoos,. 32-28-30. I use to watch her daily. One day I introduced myself to her. She too introduced herself.She was very free to talk. We became friends very soon..Later we use to chat daily and make jokes. She use to pinch me sometime while making jokes. We exchanged our numbers and started chatting. One day I asked her shall I send one msg to which she replied no need of asking , you can send anytime. I send one adult joke to her. Total silence for sometime…. I thought she might be angry on me but I. "She's a simulacrum." So?" Angela asked. "She was with him. She must know something. Why did your master want to kill us?" I do not understand the question," I answered."Yes, you do," the knight growled, her face twisting. She seized my shoulders and shook me. I held my gaze steady upon her. I had my instructions."Tell us why your master wanted to kill us?" I do not understand the question," I repeated, mimicking the response of a normal simulacrum."She doesn't have a master anymore," the mage.