Dated June 11, 2011:
"We committed murder, Camilla. Worse than that. We tore a man apart. You soaked your hair in his blood like a paintbrush. What in God's name makes you think none of that matters?"
Camilla and Francis discuss the bacchanal, and discover that the best friendships are the ones that stay built on lies.
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HERE | Complete | PG for book-related violence]