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She was a wonderful wife -- sweet, pretty, / loving -- but she would keep littering up / the house with her old, used-up bodies!
So help me, I'm not really a fiend, a monstrous murderer or a Bluebeard. I am not, truly, even a mad scientist bucking for a billing to top Frankenstein's. My knowledge of science ends with the Sunday magazine section of the paper. As for the bodies of all those women the front pages claim I butchered and buried somewhat carelessly out by the garage, all that is just -- well, just an illusion of sorts.