CHAPTER 275

ALEXANDER

Apparently…

The interrogation wasn’t over.

One of the boys marched up to me carrying a tiny pink plastic biscuit and held it out.

“You can have a biscuit with your tea.”

I looked at it.

Then at him.

“…Is that imaginary too?”

“How can it be imag… imag…”

He frowned at the word, ...

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