flamingo? no! tarantula was the name of it! i stayed at a hotel called the tarantula arms!
yes, a big spider! that's where i brought my victims.
yes, i had many intimacies with strangers. after the death of allan-- intimacies with strangers
was all i seemed able to fill my empty heart with.... i think it was panic, just panic, that drove me from one to another, hunting for some protection--here and there, in the most--unlikely places-- even, at last, in a seventeen-year-old boy but--somebody wrote the superintendent about it--"this woman is morally unfit for her position!"

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