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019. Control -- Loving Eliot Groussé
Oct. 27th, 2011 12:13 am019. Control
It was late at night; in fact, it was already three in the morning. Eliot was sitting on the couch on the main floor; he was watching TV, though not actually paying attention. In his hands was a small, wallet-sized photo of his wife, Marina.
( The whole flat was dark, the only light coming from the TV and the bedside lamp... )
