Nothing
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Ongoing36m
Last published Fri, Feb 24, 2012
"I wondered how many people he had helped to kill.
I wondered if he remembered any of them.
I wondered if they haunted him at night.
I wondered if he felt any guilt, or sorrow, or any kind of emotion.
But maybe he just felt nothing."
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