ZEVIN
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They tell me they'll let me out early if I tell them everything I know about Zevin the Devil. They are lying to me. I was his only accomplice, and thus I am equally guilty of the crimes we committed. Still, the phsycholgists are infatuated with the thought of understanding him, dissecting what made him tick. They will never understand Zevin, and nothing I can write down will change that. But I've decided to record the events that took place before he died, and chronicle our descent into madness.
This is the story of Zevin the Devil, the serial killer, and the only person that ever cared about me.
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