I didn't think I had any illusions left about murder and murderers, but I was wrong. I shrugged. They don't breathe. No one was allowed hair more yellow than hers, eyes more blue, or breasts larger.
He let his puzzlement show. I let him go as if his skin burned mine. The thought terrified me, so I thought about it, really thought about it. He's married now, and he's a lot more relaxed than he ever was before.
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