Malcolm breathed a laugh down at the french press as he finished scooping.
“You’d be understandably curious for asking why,” he told him. He looked over. “My father is decidedly not a good dude,” he explained. “But I thought he was. When I was a kid, I thought he hung the moon. He was a cardio thoracic surgeon. He went to work every day and saved lives. I wanted to be just like him. Until the night I stumbled on his secret. When I was ten, I found a woman in a travel trunk in our basement. It turns out that he’s a serial killer. He’s killed at least twenty-three people. He currently resides in a maximum security institution for the criminally insane.”
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“You’d be understandably curious for asking why,” he told him. He looked over. “My father is decidedly not a good dude,” he explained. “But I thought he was. When I was a kid, I thought he hung the moon. He was a cardio thoracic surgeon. He went to work every day and saved lives. I wanted to be just like him. Until the night I stumbled on his secret. When I was ten, I found a woman in a travel trunk in our basement. It turns out that he’s a serial killer. He’s killed at least twenty-three people. He currently resides in a maximum security institution for the criminally insane.”