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Bodies bodies everywhere, but not a one to slay. These words have haunted me since the day I first spoke, following me everywhere I've gone. Of course mom tried to hide it. I found my baby book Freshman year in highschool when my girlfriend at the time and I rummaged around in my attic. She thought of it as 'Adorable'. I saw it as a book of shame and disgust. I shook my head at the slanted scrawl beneath the block-lettered caption Baby's First Words: Cookie! Cookie! Me cookie!

Lies. I know very well what my first words were, despite what the faded ink stated. The first words of mom's eight-month-old baby boy were: bodies bodies everywhere, but not a one to slay.

The words of a serial killer.
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