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I’m just the typical American woman. Or is it the typical American Psycho?
when I finally get the skin to tear apart. “You’re dead,” the prick wheezes, watching me in disbelief. “You’re supposed to be dead.” I stare up at him, moving the blade over his thigh, feeling his tremble. “You should have killed me deader,”

