I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?
Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.
Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.
I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.
Could this be the Apocalypse ?
I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .