A man couldn't do what he did. He's a monster." I laughed. "Ain't no monster. Monsters ain't real 'kept in kids' imaginations, under the beds, in the closets. We live in a world a' men and there ain't no good come out of tellin' them they monsters. Makes 'em think they ain't done nothin' wrong, that it's their nature, and they can't do nothin' to change that. Callin' them a monster makes 'em something different from the rest of us, but they ain't. They just men, flesh and bone and blood.

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