He
came to me in broad daylight, his Cheshire Cat grin not heeded as a warning. I
thought, “You have a remarkable smile.” He thought, “Just wait until I
disappear.” He was gentle, cordial, mannerly though not in a Confederate sort
of way, and I should have known that his sweet nature must give way to a thorny
maze of BULLSHIT, because he was a LUTHERAN and a LIBERTARIAN and no one should
be allowed to be both.
If I’m being truthful, I wouldn’t
have ever actually guessed that beneath the conventionally beautiful and widely
admired shell, there was a BIG FUCKING EMPTINESS that one could feasibly
compare to the space under the floorboards in the home of a sociopathic serial
killer before his first murder.
Because he wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Or was he just waiting for the
chance?
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