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That's it--everything.
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- Everything. - Reid?
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Everything. His body, the tattoos, the clippings,
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The printout, the journals. He moved it all into one room.
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He wanted us to see all of it. See all of him
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His work--the women, he put them in chronological order.
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He's screaming, "look at me."
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We all got that.
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No, but think about it.
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If you take a step back, it sort of makes sense.
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It's just a confession.
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A giant, flashy confession.