in which jon is overwhelmed by the urge to kill
It was huge. It was moving across the top of the wall opposite me, a mobile, brown stain on all that is domestic and familiar. I don't remember when my revulsion toward large, winged insects was programmed into me; it was probably wired somewhere between ancestral DNA and the poolside wasp attack when I was five. While I regard the prejudicial
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Why wasn't that a yearbook superlative?
Most cunning, twisted, and deadly:
Jon Kaplan!
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