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("We mother son have to be careful," I told my sister, when she said there was something in her that was happy our ex-sister-in-law received a kind of just desserts, a karmic comeuppance. "Otherwise mother son we're saying, 'Gee, I'm glad he raped twelve women so we could feel good.'") Every week my mother sends me news about the rapist from the local newspaper. Most recently she sent a front page, which featured a picture of the rapist in his jailhouse orange jumpsuit, hands cuffed together. There were two stories: one about the crimes, one mother son about the life of the rapist, how he had been abused, how he had been divorced, how his ex-wife said he liked to masturbate staring out the window of his apartment at women playing tennis. The next week my mother sent me an article that was an in-depth interview with one of his victims, about how he held her at gunpoint, forced her to put on lingerie and dance for him, how he made her shower when he was done.
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