They`re imagining my father... «Carry On»
RamingoWS14 июля 2017They`re imagining my father sitting me down in a leather club chair and saying, "Basilton, there`s something I need to tell you..." He`s never said those words. Nobody tells anyone anything in my family. You just know. You learn to know. No one had to tell me that we talk about Mother, but we don`t talk about Mother`s death. No one had to tell me I was a vampire. I remembered being bitten, I grew up with the same horror stories everyone did -- then I woke up one day craving blood. And no one had to tell me not to take it from another person.
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