My Roanoke Nightmare. Chapter 5

American Horror Story

6×5

& Edward Philippe Mott: The art never judges. I envy it. Life in two dimensions. Frozen in forever beauty. To watch the world go by unencumbered by the gossip and the pain of three-dimensional men.

& The Butcher: Deliver yourselves unto me, and I shall grant you a merciful death!

& Edward Philippe Mott: Well, better cold than the heat from The Butcher’s flames.

& Edward Philippe Mott: The living cling to life above all, but the trophy misprized is to die in peace.

& Shelby: Please, please just let us go. We will go back to California and no one will ever see us again.
    Mama Polk: No, they won’t, sweet meat.

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& Shelby: ...there was only one place worse than where I was. And that was our house.

& Lee: But there was no lie to catch. Because like Mark Twain said, «If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.»

& The Butcher: ’Tis a mother’s burden to suffer the birth of her babe, but all agony pales when placed in measure with the cold death of a child.

& Shelby: Sh... she was just a little girl. They were monsters.

& Edward Philippe Mott: Go on, now, make your grand escape.

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