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Chapter XVI – Madison

 Her eyes affixed me with incomprehensible glee. They had the appearance of a deer’s. A deer caught crossing the motorway. “Hi, I’m Madison,” she said extending her hand with unbridled enthusiasm. “Vanessa E. Vasa. Mayfair, London. How do you do?” I replied. “You’re British! How exciting!” “It would appear so.” Madison leaned in, doing what theatrical… Continue reading Chapter XVI – Madison