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Nightmare Man Monologue
I didn’t start off as a villain. Can I really be called a bad guy if I only kill off worse bad guys? I mean, I don’t think even Mother Theresa could have argued for the men I killed. The world is certainly better off without them. Though I suppose it isn’t unreasonable to say the world might be better off without me, too. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore.
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The Shift
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By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Radio That Played at Dusk
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The Lovers' Folly
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