He's Not an Monster
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People categorize all killers as evil, heartless demons but that's not their only shade. Nicolai Formado didn't bring his work home. When he came back to me, when he came home to his wife, he's a different man. He's sweet, caring, sarcastic all the time. I just wanted to let the world know that although what he did was wrong and unacceptable he had an heart. No one knows better than me because I'm it's beholder. There's truly more to him then his bad actions.
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