“Then what is this solution of yours?”
Bubblehump places his elbows on the table. “Look at
me, Robert.”
My head lifts, and my eyes dance around his face and
the room.
“Look at me!”
Those unnerving, dark eyes are wreathed in shadow.
Meeting them takes all the willpower I have. When I manage it at last, his eyes
bore into me, shredding every layer of my being until they reach my core.
“Are you ready to go down this road?” Bubblehump
asks. “Are you ready to believe that which will dash your preconceptions of
reality? Once I begin, I won’t have you dashing off the moment you get scared.
Can you agree to this?"
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