oh what a gal she seems such a perfect victim this i can tell for if beauty by guilt she s guilty ordinarily i d not wish to frighten her or hurt her but such beauty inspires one to give the gift of murder she s the kind of girl you want to run up and tackle through a window some floors up and spatter you both to hell come and get it your stuffed bunny s at the window but not that far out reach little one reach tantalized a child is want to take an ill considered course of action such is life is experience not bitter leaning too far out the open attic casement window baby plummets to a messy death not so far below rend your flesh to ribbons on shards of broken glass fading screams end abruptly defenestration 