Confessions of a Victim

Brody pondered, looking around the dark room. He'd never been in a police interview room before, and nor had he ever been in a police station in his little Midwestern town. "Well, you know, I once stuffed him in a trashcan--"

"Wouldn’t he be a little big to fit in a trashcan?" She made a note, scribbling something down.

"Well, like, we were in elementary then. He was scared of, like, being in closed spaces. What you call it? Amnesaphobic or something?"


"Sure, something or other. A few kids thought it would be fun to put him in closed spaces like that."

"Do you feel bad about locking him in a locker, when you knew previously that he was deathly afraid of small spaces?"

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