He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Now he courted with “servants” which he often killed afterward. "I am very wicked," she said. He made a note of the idea and stored it away. If he decided to watch television upstairs with his mother, she would probably retire before he did, but she was a light sleeper. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket.
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