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In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

Intense Fear Comes In Waves; The Body Can't Stand It For Long At A Time.

I'm Giving Serious Thought Into Eating Yor Wife” - Hannibal Lecter

But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy In The Firelight, Is Certainly That Of Clarice Starling, And She Sleeps Deeply, Sweetly, In The Silence Of The Lambs.

He Was Numb Except For Dreading The Loss Of Numbness.