Ignorance Is Bliss, Isn't It?
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Last published Fri, Jul 27, 2018
Micheal Everton was a paramedic who helped Annalise back into the world beyond her suicide tendencies. He takes her on journeys to the past, back when she felt those little tingly moments of happiness in her childhood and helped her live again.
But with the negativity eating Anne alive, it wasn't that easy.
She had gotten it in her head that the lack of knowledge to the world around you makes for the perfect happiness, isn't she right?
Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?
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