Of course, it had to be unanimous, but they sold me on you pretty fast,” I recollected now, despite the beer.“Yes ... sir, Mr. Mancini. It’s har... to ... admit this, but I’m ... a Dreamer,” Carly finally confessed to me, “they fired me because I don’t have a work permit, a green card. I’m not legal to work in the United States. I don’t even have a student visa.”“A Dreamer. You mean that you were born elsewhere, your parents came to the U.S. illegally, and you tagged along for the ride because. But, like every night trying to sneak back in before my parents wake up or staying so quiet so my mom’s mini poodle a.k.a. over sized rat (honestly what’s the point of a small dog, its like you want a little over priced noise machine that has no point at all besides being a fashion accessory that shits and pisses all over the place. Now I’m just rambling) doesn’t wake up and bark all night, it seems like the volume of every sound is turned up to 11. The click the door made sounded like a. “Hi I am CI Rajeev,” a hefty cop in his early forties said motioning us to sit.“It seems that you were the last person to have seen the late vicar Mrs. Maria,” another policeman by the name Alex said.“Could you explain exactly what happened that day?” he asked. Mom explained to them all that had happened till Fr. Vincent excused himself to visit the bathroom. But the incidents after that were vague.“I confessed my sins and he asked me a few questions to which I responded. And then he suggested. ”“I started one. Doctor Mercer asked me to do that after Thanksgiving when you broke me out of that trance I was in. I’d so convinced myself that I was an evil person who I didn’t want to live, but I couldn’t kill myself so I just kind of went through the motions.”“You thought about killing yourself?” I gasped, unable to restrain my emotions.“Yes. On my birthday. When I got Steve Bear. Up until that point, I was so angry with you and blamed you for everything. When you sent me that gift and the.