There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. THIS, this glissade, would be damned scoundrelism. Goodbye. Only I just want him. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men.
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