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My daughter Angie was six.
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The older one, Margaret, was ten.
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She looked like her mother.
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That's funny how it skips a generation like that.
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I killed them...all.
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Lorraine was ill that night. She took a pill.
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She went to bed early, my wife.
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And then I, uh, I put the girls down,
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and then the voices started.
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They told me what to do.
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I was like...
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an obedient child.