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Tell us why? The question sat on everybody's lips. What kind of man could do something like that to a baby? They stared hard into my eyes, trying to find the beast that lurked inside me. Deborah. Mama. Strangers. To this day everybody still stares, and everybody still wants to know.
I just laugh.
Why? Shit, you tell me! I got a shitload of my own whys. But hey, I ain't never been the type to buck fate or throw up a whole bunch of bullshit excuses, so sitting here in the death house with the clock ticking down me, why start bitchin' up now?