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"Then the biker’s girlfriend realized he was dead Sherry Vorhees had no choice but to kill her She slaot easier after that, you know? Someone would spot a likely old couple or just someone who looked rich Orin the World’s Greatest Ice Cream Shop sahole lot of cash when the person pulled open his wallet Then we just did it Yes, it got easier It got to be nearly a game, but don’t reatest respect after they were dead

"You’ve told me how beautiful the town is now Well, it was a run-downwell, everyone is quite comfortable, and many tourists come here not just for the World’s Greatest Ice Cream but also to see the town and buy souvenirs and eat at the cafe"

"Hoonderful for you More people to choose fro yourselves Did that couple look richer than that one over there? You played Russian roulette with people’s lives God, that’s disgusting"

"I wouldn’t put it so crassly, but as we’ve gotten to be more of a tourist attraction we’ve been able to be more selective But we’ve killed only old people, Sally They had all had a full life"

"That biker’s girlfriend didn’t"

Aed "It couldn’t be helped"

Sally was just shaking her head back and forth on the pillow, believing but still incredulous "Jesus, Amabel, you’ve killed people Don’t you understand that? You’ve killed innocent people It doesn’t excuse anything that they were old You’ve robbed them You’ve buried them in the cerave Only you used just awho’s really in each grave?"

"No, but we left identification on the bodies Don’t sound so appalled, Sally We were dying here We desperately wanted to survive We have We’ve won"

"No, everything’s coents here, and Sheriff David Mountebank knows everything they know, as chamber Don’t you understand? The FBI is involved!"

"Oh, Sally, here you are, going on and on about so that really doesn’t concern you What about yourself, baby? What about your father?"

"He’s notfather, thank God At least I found that out"

"Good, there’s anger there I was afraid you were still trying to believe he was a night he’s here with you, Amabel? You want him here?" She knew the answer But she didn’t want to hear it

"Of course, Sally"

She stared beyond her aunt to the man illuminated in the doorway Her father No, not her father, thank God It was the bastard who’d raised her, the bastard who’d beat the shit out of her mother and locked her away in Dr Beadermeyer’s sanitarium, the bastard who’d beat her just because it pleased him to do so