for months and months. I can’t explain why: perhaps when they do a postmortem they’ll discover I lacked a crucial structure in the brain that controls this sort of thing, or had a pathologic polymorphism in the “get ‘er done” gene. At one point in May a friend asked if I wanted her husband to help. I jokingly said if I
You're torturing us again, you know. Of course you do. It's all part of your wicked plan.
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