Put Your Eye In Your Mouth

A middle-aged man wearing a mint green cardigan sweater, pressed tan chinos, and sensible walking shoes (with velcro straps) trudges up a dimly-lit staircase, opens the door at the top, steps into a brilliant kitchen decorated with canary yellow light fixtures, closes the door behind him, and methodically locks the five deadbolts: “Every person I see belongs to me the instant I understand them.”

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