It was the summer of 2018, on a night when curtains closed and the sun hid herself slowly into darkness. The portrait of this woman lay with that goddess of a body, finely paragraphed by two attentive bananas eagerly eavesdropping. She stood up and set the tune, aye, "The Take". I knew she's a soul taker and being alone was a good feeling until I met Anne, it just didn't feel right anymore. I needed to be taken, what use is a...