[Brilliant journalism at work, repeating exact phrasing. Camille runs her mind back over memorized scraps of her profile. There were just vague allusions to fantasy. Some stuff about locks and keys. She liked a raspberry ice cream flavour, or at least she thinks. Nothing illuminating.]
Some form of the afterlife, or were you put there by some kind of force?
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[Brilliant journalism at work, repeating exact phrasing. Camille runs her mind back over memorized scraps of her profile. There were just vague allusions to fantasy. Some stuff about locks and keys. She liked a raspberry ice cream flavour, or at least she thinks. Nothing illuminating.]
Some form of the afterlife, or were you put there by some kind of force?