Ellie is good at pretending. She watches and listens and mimics what others say, mimics what others do. By the time she reaches adulthood she can feign compassion and caring like a pro. She doesn’t tell anyone about her desire to rend and maim and kill, to taste blood on her lips and feel broken flesh beneath her fingers.
She puts on her face in the morning, expressions well-learned and laboured over. Everyone knows she would never hurt a fly. And if everyone knows- it must be true.
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She puts on her face in the morning, expressions well-learned and laboured over. Everyone knows she would never hurt a fly. And if everyone knows- it must be true.
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