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Evil doesn’t knock on your door, like in the movies. It sneaks in syllable by syllable, taking space. The first words were familiar, they sounded like me. Then they grew like bright, dying stars in the sky, begetting doubt and fear.
Debdutta Pal
Robert Gowty
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Well, it always starts out more charming.
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