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but aren't they all random?

Monday, February 03, 2020

In murder movies,

In murder movies,
British ones. The scene
smash cuts dark just

When the character comes
to the door
to a room, calls
a name, and
knocks -

there is no reply

They open, and begin to go in

And we're outside. In the sunlight
around an airy table, chatting
airily with some other random
ones from the ensemble. And

after a while, as the plot weaves on
and you get interested
in this,

Back to the room! Inside
this time. But

The one who knocked
is gone.

And we don't know what happened
or did it

but

it's wrong.

That body

it couldn't be there.
It just couldn't.

It's the detective

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