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He reads the headline, "A Frenchman ate his cellmate's lung, Gets 30 Years in Jail. Gruesome stuff people are capable of."
"Something has to be terribly wrong with you from the start. Fucked from the beginning." She said.
"You don't think its possible for an ordinary person to do sick thing?"
"I don't think so."
"I do. I've seen it.
"Then they aren't ordinary."
"No, they are ordinary, I think, which makes it makes them all the more terrible. Something collapses inside people. The force that holds them holds back is broken. We never know how fragile we really are." he explains from beneath the paper. "My friends father. His wife died. Became a tyrant to his children. Disowned them. Stole their money. Before he was no great man, but an ordinary one."
She luiked to beleive that there was something indelible about people, their personalities, something lasting, something that brings you where you are, that perhaps you were even fated to lead your life. She didn't mention this thought,, almost out fo the fear that her belief may evapore the moment it escaped her mouth.
That was how things were with her. She kept those thoughts in, Afraid of what may become of them when they were spoken. How she lives her life, how her marriage came into being. At the time though perhaps she was not entirely aware of that.
She aged, buut teh girl, the girl was attractive, she did not have her beauty, even though her beauty was at times she felt, a ghost surrounding her. It was all still present.
"Something has to be terribly wrong with you from the start. Fucked from the beginning." She said.
"You don't think its possible for an ordinary person to do sick thing?"
"I don't think so."
"I do. I've seen it.
"Then they aren't ordinary."
"No, they are ordinary, I think, which makes it makes them all the more terrible. Something collapses inside people. The force that holds them holds back is broken. We never know how fragile we really are." he explains from beneath the paper. "My friends father. His wife died. Became a tyrant to his children. Disowned them. Stole their money. Before he was no great man, but an ordinary one."
She luiked to beleive that there was something indelible about people, their personalities, something lasting, something that brings you where you are, that perhaps you were even fated to lead your life. She didn't mention this thought,, almost out fo the fear that her belief may evapore the moment it escaped her mouth.
That was how things were with her. She kept those thoughts in, Afraid of what may become of them when they were spoken. How she lives her life, how her marriage came into being. At the time though perhaps she was not entirely aware of that.
She aged, buut teh girl, the girl was attractive, she did not have her beauty, even though her beauty was at times she felt, a ghost surrounding her. It was all still present.