Maybe my worst sin: I fell in love with a murderous monster. Sometimes I could taste his victims’ blood on his lips when we kissed. I could smell them–their sweat, their cigarettes, their godawful perfumes and colognes–lingering on the clothes he stole from their still-warm bodies. And instead of pulling away from this vile, murderous creature, I pushed closer. Caressed his shoulders beneath their shirts, kissed his mouth that still burned with their life. I saw a great evil and instead of running away, I crawled inside of it.
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