Tuesday, May 10, 2016

A Desire to Bathe in the Blood of Our Enemies

"And I didn't kill anyone on the train tonight," she adds, triumphantly.

"Want to talk about it?" I say. 

Katie proceeds to tell me of a couple of women who made fun of her for asking to get by them to a less crowded part of the train, and how she freaked them out by maintaining eye contact and laughing insanely.

"It's not enough," I say, shaking my head.

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