I know what he's doing in there. It's hard to miss, really, knowing who he is, what he is. I hear those sounds every day, and more than once a day, at that. I should be against the law; making those sounds, doing what he's doing, all when he knows I'm in the next room, when he knows I can hear every heavy breath, every strangled moan, every small
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