Who knew what the year of Two Thousand and Twenty-Two would do.
The previous two years were for sure a clue.
Up is down, black is white and wrong is right. Many words are being hijacked and twisted to someone’s delight.
Chaos is fomented by the day, civilization is being put to the torch at night.
Misery and suspense are all ingredients of the play. Who is …
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