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It's been long since I stopped staring at the bundle of sheets I use as my nightstand-Jane Allen's unpublished unreleased stories about her real life. She never released them because, face it, no one wants to know the dark side of a celebrity sweetheart. Plus, the police would be after her if she said that she did everything that she did. So the job of bringing it out to the public comes to me. I'll write everything I read, and I'll tell everything I know. But I wasn't there when it happened. The world would be better if we had actual monsters to kill. Vampires, werewolves, that sort of thing. But the monsters we're stuck with, sneak up on us in our sleep. They don't live beneath our beds no, they lie on top of them. Maybe that is why it's so difficult to distinguish between who made the right choice and who didn't. Jane is not a good person. But this story isn't about her becoming one. It is not about the fact that she isn't a monster, no, but the fact that she almost... ALMOST became one.
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