[ He knows it's a lie, and that is — just maybe — the worst part. Worse than the blood, worse than the torn flesh, worse than her tears. Because he wishes, more than anything else, that she could be good. She's got a good heart, he knows that. Just the wrong monster in the closet. ]
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Barrymore —
[ Not exasperation, not anger, not cloy. ]
— just let me in. Just for a second, please?