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death, a diary was found along Gerald Schnauz's
belongings written in the second person and apparently
intended as an open letter to his father. It includes
the names of his victims, the women he desired to save.
My name is contained in the last entry. I have no
further explanation for the existence of the
photographs, nor am I confident one is forthcoming. My
captivity forced me to understand and even empathize
with Gerry Schnauz. My survival depended on it. I see
now the value of such insight, for truly to pursue
monsters we must understand them, we must venture into
their minds. Only in doing so do we risk letting them
venture into ours.
"The X-Files: Unruhe"
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She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot.
-- Mark Twain
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PEOPLE'S WHOLE LIVES *DO* PASS IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES BEFORE THEY DIE. THE
PROCESS IS CALLED